Friday, April 5, 2013

Who am I posting for?

Another week has slipped by without my posting here.  I don't know where the time goes.  Every day or so I think of something I'd like to post about but somehow there I am at the end of the day and the post hasn't been written.

In March, I was going to do a post about the first day of Spring in Victoria with photographs of budding trees and flowers. I even took the photographs, but before I knew it the first day of spring was a week ago.

I was going to write about making my grandmother's ham noodle recipe, a true version of after-Easter comfort food.

I even took the photographs but then another day slipped past and it was too late to refer to Easter.  (By the way, if you want the recipe, I'll create a post so you can try it, although you probably have your own version.  Hint: it includes cream of mushroom soup.)

I've been busy painting and was going to do a post about how my paintings evolve, complete with photographs of a painting at different stages. I even took some photographs.  But that painting isn't finished yet and I'm not even sure I like it.  In any case it seems premature to post about it now.

Sometime I get to wondering who exactly I am posting for.  Is it for myself? Or for my family?  Or my blog friends? At one point I had a lot of blog friends. I was reading and commenting on their blogs and they were doing the same on mine.  But in recent months I haven't seemed to find the time to do much reading of other people's blogs.

I do have some friends and family who keep up with what's going on in my life by reading my blog.  For them I think a posting every couple of weeks is probably just fine.

So it really comes back to whether I'm getting anything myself out of creating these posts.  The answer is: yes and no. When I'm in the mood I love sitting down to my computer and writing about things that I've been thinking about or doing. And I like being able to go back and look at posts from a while back to remember what I was doing and thinking back then. But when my life speeds up the blog posting gets put on the back burner for a while and sometimes I feel guilty. But really that's just silly.

I think I'll just post when I feel like it.  And not kick myself if days or weeks go by.  That seems to work for me at this point.


  1. I find blogs to read because It is based somewhere I like, want to go and or is just fun.
    Your blog was one of those, in fact all three.

    But a blog is really just about and for the person who writs it.
    It can fluctuates by months sometimes one writes more some times you write less.
    People get busy, life happens.
    I especially love your photos and the smaller day weekend trips you take that show us your beautiful world.
    Who knows you might change your blog to be more about your photography or your battles with the oil tankers. One never knows where the day can take us.

    On a side note... my blog is really about where I live in Tucson and Japan and my dogs, lots of photos, little writing.
    But I have a series of 5 posts that will probable have lots of my followers drop me. I never write about politics but this series will not be popular but for me needs to be said because I see an injustice and only one side of a story being told.

    Have a lovely weekend getting your garden in order. And post when you can I will enjoy reading !

    cheers, parsnip

  2. I know exactly what you mean... This same thing happens to me all the time... and I believe your decision is the right one.

  3. I am happy to slip in and read a post whenever you write one. As I hope that you are happy to do with mine. I am also experiencing the same mental discussions about why I'm not putting up posts. I smiled at your spring photo post which never got done. I have one, too, and have decided that the photos will have merit whenever I use them. Of course, that was after much kicking myself for not getting to the posting. I have noticed that several of my blog friends are experiencing this post weariness.


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