I love this blog, your blog, and the utterly fabulous GBE, but for the past few weeks, I feel like I’ve failed, well, pretty much all of the above. Mine, yours, and it.
Did you ever have that dream where you’re underwater and as you struggle and fight to swim up to get a breath, the surface keeps getting further and further away? No, me neither. I never have those falling or drowning or dying dreams that people talk about, but I do feel more than a little underwater right now, and I know what the problem is. It’s time.
Yeah, I know. We are all allotted seven days each week, with each of said days consisting of 24 hours. I’ve even written about this very thing to stress the importance of prioritizing—and maybe to ward off the whining that often accompanies time-crunch talk. But here I am, treading water and trying not to get sucked down into the dark murky shit where the creepy things live.
And failing miserably.
Last week, I read only some of the GBE posts. I make a point to read every one, every week. After all, if I’m going to head up a blogging group, the least I can do is to make my way to each blog and give a few of my minutes to every person who takes the time to consider the topic I offer and then pours themselves onto paper the screen. It’s not too much to ask—it really isn’t—yet, last week, it was.
I fell way short.
In addition to botching my GBE responsibilities last week, I also missed reading heaven knows how many of my regular non-GBE favorites. I lovity-love-love those bloggers and their blogs. Love them. Yet I ignored them. Hell, I all but ignored my blog, and it’s my surrogate column. It’s where I can laugh and cry and encourage and bleed on paper the screen, all of which I love doing.
It’s my crack and I’ve been doing without. I’m sure you can understand my discomfort.
On Thursday, I introduced no one, though I really love doing my Meet the Bloggers posts. I blinked and it was Friday and my Friday was pretty much spoken for, too. Admittedly, these past few weeks have been busier for me than most, but even on regular weeks, time zips past in a freaky blur.
For weeks now (or has it been months?), I’ve been a sporadic visitor at Facebook. Oh, I pop in most days, but that’s about it. I peek at my wall and answer with enormous gratitude when I see that despite my more-absent-than-present recent self, there are those who still stop by to leave me some love. After that, I head to the GBE page, approve new member requests, scan the page, smile at the wonderful interaction I see there, and clickety-click on a few links. Before I sign off, I try to visit a couple of friends to see what they’ve been up to and to let them know that I’m still sucking air, and then poof! I’m gone.
Here’s the thing. Twenty-four times seven equals one hundred and sixty-eight. I had one hundred and sixty-eight hours last week, but they somehow filled up so quickly with other stuff that all things blogging had to stand with their noses pressed against the window, hoping for even a wave of recognition. That wave never came.
I have a few questions and I’d really like blunt answers. I’m not looking for pats on the back or assurances that my rudeness isn’t rude, because rude is rude is rude. I’ve been rude, and for that, I’m truly sorry. I’ll try to do better. I will do better.
Okay, the questions.
- How do you feel about bloggers who don’t respond to each and every comment on their blogs?
Some time back, I said that I think when someone takes the time to read what a blogger writes and then goes a step further to leave a comment (and I love comments more than I can say), it is the poorest of manners for the blogger not to acknowledge and respond. Part of me still believes that, but I see it all the time, and often from bloggers who are kind, considerate, and clearly have not been raised by wolves. And really, those who spend less time responding to comments on their own blogs free up time to read and comment on other blogs—and the gift of a read & comment might just be more appreciated than a response to a comment left. If a blogger has a limited amount of time, would you prefer that they spend it responding to your comment on their blog or reading and commenting on your blog? I'm pretty sure I know what most of you would choose, but I could be dead wrong.
So, what say you? Do you respond to every comment on your blog or just to the occasional one that hits on something new or makes a unique point? How do you feel when you comment on a blog and the writer doesn’t give you a personal response?
- How many blogs do you read each week and how many do you comment on?
My list of favored blogs is long and constantly growing. I could easily and happily dedicate hours and hours every day to reading the funny, wise, and thoughtful posts by my favorite bloggers, but I have to earn a living and get at least a little bit of sleep, and I want to nurture the relationships with my nearest and dearest, so the tick-tock of the clock always leaves me short.
- How many blog posts do you write in an average week?
Do you write on a set schedule or are you a fly by the seat of your pants kind of blogger? I vacillate, depending on how intrusive my need to earn a paycheck becomes, but I’m thinking maybe a set (and limited) schedule might be in order.
- Finally, how the hell do you do it all?
I'd really love to hear what you have to say...and I promise to respond to every one of your comments. This time, anyway. ;O)
Written for this week’s GBE topic, “Time.” If you’d like to blog with us, just search GBE2 on Facebook. All are welcome!
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