Good Monday morning. I'd like to discuss my commenting of late. Or lack thereof. I know this topic gets hashed and rehashed around the blogosphere every couple of months. I guess it's my turn now.
When I was a freshman ('newbie') blogger I waited in great anticipation for comments to be found on my blog. I didn't know the 'rules' to blogging or commenting or following or anything. So I waited. And then I found some rules, and began to follow them and wah-la - comments appeared.
For a long time, I wrote my blog posts and waited for comments, and then wrote responses to those comments and followed other blogs and left comments and went back to check those blogs to see if the poster had left me a comment and on and on and on. I was happy and it was fun and I was talking to other people in the writing world and everything was wonderful.
But what I really wanted most in the world was more followers. I ached for them, I longed for them, I envied those who had 100, 200 and wept when I thought "How glorious would it be to have 300 or more people who read what you had to say every single day."
What I didn't realize back then was just how time consuming blogging is. Right now, I have 205 followers. I also follow 15 agents blogs and 10 other misc. blogs. So in the course of the morning, depending on who posts, I have a tendency to read between 50 - 60 blog posts. Now, some of them are short and sweet and to the point, some of them are very informative and on the longer side, some of them are hysterical, some are full of woe and anxiety, some are full of pride and exhultation. And I read them all. Generally it takes me 2 full hours to read everything in the mornings.
The problem is - commenting. I can't comment on all of them. If I did, I would never get any of my own writing work done (or my housework, or my lawn work, or take care of Monster Baby, or my parents.)
I know some of you bloggers only write posts and don't comment at all. Some of you e-mail comments, some of you comment to the poster who commented on yours that day, and some of you comment in your comments. We all have our own way of commenting. No one is right, and no one is wrong. It's just the way we are. Some of you have families, and husbands and work and write and how you can blog at all is just beyond me.
So what I'm trying to say is - forgive me for not commenting. I read you, all of you, each and every day. I find you fascinating and brilliant and silly and fun and informative and engaging. I share in your heartaches and your triumphs, your anxieties and your fortitude. I miss you when you're gone and feel relieved when you return. What I'm asking is -- don't hold it against me if you don't see my little face in your comment box. It's not that I don't love you enough, it's just that there are only 24 measly hours in every day and some of that time is allocated to other things. I promise I'll try and do better.