Three years ago I outed myself as a blogger--to both the folks in my department and beyond, as I started using my real name online in places that could link back to my identity as a graduate student. Prior to that, my blogging was something that I did on the side, pseudonymously. However, for a variety of reasons, it seemed time to meld my online and real-life identities.
Two years ago I wrote a post on my History blog about the "seduction" of the blogging life, and how it was an asset to my work as a scholar. I explained,
Yet what I find the most seductive about blogging is the continued experimentation. It's a challenge to find something new to say every day and to find new ways of saying it (especially when my life is just a mundane mix of grad school, parenting, and spiritual seeking--it's hard to imagine more boring story fodder). So I have to think about how best to 'hook' my readers, how to provoke a response, and how to write with such skill that my posts are linked by larger blogs.
Now that I'm addicted to blogging, I wonder how it will affect my professional life. Though I'm a few years from facing the job market, I can't help my think that search committees might be put-off by my flower photos and rambling observations. Often I vow to stop blogging and focus my time on more legitimate academic pursuits (just think, people, of all the book reviews I could be writing instead of blogging!).
But then I consider this: Blogging lubricates my writing muscles. Pounding out a two-paragraph post during my morning latte primes me for a day of historical inquiry...
Now, I'm finding myself in a place where I'm a bit weary of blogging. Certainly that's a strange confession in a blogpost! But it seems as though blogging doesn't carry the same excitement for me that it once did. It might be because I've become an avid tweeter, or because I've been at this blogwriting gig for nearly a decade and I've run out of things to say. Or maybe it's because I spend so many hours at the computer with my academic work, when I have some moments of discretionary time I want to do something wholly different (like read poetry). Surely it's a phase that will soon pass. But it feels fairly odd to me right now, knowing how enthusiastically I blogged in years past.
2 comments:
I've been blogging since 2003 and I feel kind of the same way, I think. Blogging just isn't a priority and...it's weird. Oh well. I'm just chilling with it for now.
Every couple of months (or every couple of weeks) I wonder why I don't just take the blog down and be more present in my "real" life. These feelings constantly fluctuate. And then next thing I know, I'm glad I have the outlet, the way of keeping distant friends (a little bit) up-to-date. While other times I just let it go for a while. Not a good strategy if you want to be taken seriously as a blogger. And I have concluded that I don't. The readers I care about will still read it whether or not I'm very consistent. I guess it depends on what purpose you want your blog FOR, eh?
I would miss your blog if you stopped though (it's a bit different than twitter or facebook). Just sayin.
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