Posting Frequency

I’ve been feeling a little guilty lately about not posting very often. Of course, I could lay out the usual (and usually true) excuses that I’ve been busy, work’s a killer, family commitments, etc, etc. But no one wants to hear that, so I won’t…

So it did my heart good to stumble across this post (HT: QandO) which says posting too often is bad. Whoa!–I’m likin‘ this guy! But now I’m feeling guilty that I’m posting about someone who says not posting too often is good, and maybe that’s just another excuse, so that’s bad … or maybe it’s bad because I’m posting just to not feel too guilty about not posting, by posting a link to a post about not posting–and maybe that’s just what this guy is talking about, posting too much about nothing …

I am sooo unworthy… “Who will save this miserable wretch that I am?” to quote a guy who might have been a blogger if blogging was around 2000 years ago in places like Rome and Corinth and Ephesus.

Anyway, it did bring about a few thoughts on blogging. Now don’t get me wrong: I love sites like Instapundit which steer me to What’s Happening Now–very efficient, and I’m glad they do it frequently. Others like American Digest, mix cool, short, funny, offbeat stuff with deep essays and drop-dead good writing. Others, like the Anchoress, combine current event commentary with personal life and deep faith, dished up daily from the depths–gotta love that approach as well.

But for me, daily blogging’s never gonna happen–nor should it. If I’m going to write, I’m going to try and say something of substance–and for me, that takes time. Serous time. All-too-scarce time, sometimes. Yeah, sometimes there’s a quick post on something that’s funny or crazy or maddening–but the bottom line is that writing a blog is really for me. I don’t like wasting much time on the trivial: life has a purpose, and its time is not unlimited, so I hate spinning my wheels. Writing for me is about reflecting on what’s important in life, inspecting it from every angle, chewing it over, looking at it from perspectives I don’t even think of sometimes until I actually start.

If you’re a blogger–and I assume many of my readers (perhaps 3 out the 5 total who read this blog) are bloggers–here’s a question for you: would you blog if you knew no one was reading? For me, I think the answer is yes–it’s something folks have doing forever, really, called journaling, and it’s a valuable personal and spiritual discipline. But there is also something about blogging, knowing that others are reading–hopefully not just to impress with fancy words or turns of a phrase, but because of the accountabilty it brings. I believe people sense in the better bloggers something genuine, something real, drawn from the depths of a life of substance. Most of us have fairly good B.S. alarms, and can tell when someone is just tootin’ their horn or blowing hot air.

Anyway, I feel better now, having posted something… and it’s late, so off to bed. Night night.

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9 thoughts on “Posting Frequency

  1. Feel better? Got the guilt off your chest?

    It seems like we all have to write one of these posts at some time or another. I am honestly surprised you manage to write as often as you do, considering your responsiblities.

    I also would write even if no one else was “listening.” To a certain extent I run a anti-blog blog in that I write very erractically (gasp! No regular schedule of posting!) and have no comments. So very rarely do I know when someone has enjoyed my writing, unless they take the time to e-mail.

    I struggle with the “guilt over not blogging.” I think it is a delicate balance. You don’t want to ruin your life feeling guilty over not attaining the “blogging perfection” you want, but at the same time if you feel no guilt . . . well, you probably wouldn’t write anything because if there is nothing compelling you to write, you won’t.

  2. Long before blogging appeared, I learned that writing is a tremendous source of blowing off steam. Your question is corect. We write for our own pleasure. If others find our words interesting, so much the better. If we ever come to the high point of producing some material that people will consider buying – wow – the acme of writing!
    Basically, it’s fun. Your anger, your joke, your opinion on paper or computer tape is a physiological relief system, an outlet not all that far away from pot, alcohol or sex.

  3. Just wanted to say thank you for blogging! Your site is one of my top five favorites to read. Your posts always show a lot of heavy duty thinking and I appreciate that. I think if I had a blog, I’d have to do it anonymously. I’d be too selfconscious if anyone knew who I was! Thank you for laying out your soul like you do.

  4. Like you, I blog for me. It’s good therapy–it helps me to cope. I started journaling before the blog, so I would definitely keep writing even if no one read my blog. I have met some incredible people through blogging, though.

  5. I do not yet blog, but my husband (who frequently has the privilege/chore of reading my scribblings) keeps urging me to do so. We just had the same conversation the other night about his confidence that I would be a good blogger and my reservations about jumping into the web with both feet. Finally, after he had patiently shot down each one, I firmly stated, “well, I can tell you this. If I’m going to blog, I want to be just like Dr. Bob, and not feel compelled to write something just to fill up space.” He reads your site, often quotes you in his Sunday School classes or conversations with friends, and readily agreed that your style of writing was the way to go. I’m not entirely sure that you helped me to win my argument, but you certainly have been an inspiration.

    You seem to post when you have something important that needs to be said. I find that quality refreshing in the blogosphere. I do read various sites that post one or multiple times a day, but when I want depth, perspective, or well-thought humor, I come here. Kind of like when I want a quick bite, I make some Mac and Cheese, but when I really want to be satisfied, I eat steak. Or maybe one of your scrumptious pizzas from last month. Thanks for being one of the places to which I can go for a good meal every time. (Sometimes literally!)

  6. Can’t relate. I wouldn’t blog if I thought for one second that anyone were reading it. If that ever happens, I’ll have to stop.

  7. I love comments, but I would still blog if I didn’t get any.

    I enjoy what you write so much, and the photos, like the one above are marvelous. Did you take that one yourself? Where was it?

  8. Wish I had, but I cheated–this one is from a random photography site on the web–not copyrighted to my knowledge. Georgeous isn’t it?

  9. doc, i would still blog if i thought nobody was reading…i love comments and the back & forth of interraction, but there are times i simply need to vent and am not seeking affirmation or anything else – just a safe place to be; so i have learned (finally) how to turn off comments.

    that does not stop anyone from emailing me, however :)

    count me among those who are happy whenever you write. it is always interesting to stop by here.

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