Once upon a time, I was a prolific political blogger. I wouldn't say I was up to the same writing standards as a certain blogger who is fairly close to me, but I was pretty good at it. And I had the numbers to (mostly) support it. I averaged 60 unique hits a day, not a shabby number for someone who wasn't looking to make a career out of slamming politicians online. I ran that blog for shy of four years.
Then I hit the wall. I mean, I was so burnt out that I didn't touch a keyboard for over a year. I was kind of sick of it all ... the politicians, the flamers who came to my site just to argue, the depressing nature of it all (to me). And I couldn't think of what else to write about.
That same blogger I mentioned earlier pulled me aside one holiday afternoon and asked me why I quit writing. He thought I was good at it. He thought I had a unique and entertaining voice. And he was a little disappointed that I just stopped writing. We talked about it for a good chunk of time: he playing the psychologist, I playing the patient. At the end of it, he told me to just write. It didn't matter what about. Just write.
So, on 15 June 2007, I started writing again. About whatever random thought jumped off the front of my head.
I don't pull the page hits I used to. And you know what? I'm totally cool with that. Because I write about what I want to write about. I write about what makes me smile, or to vent a perceived slight, or to share a song or movie, or ... whatever.
It's my sandbox. Sometimes my sandcastles are works of wonder. Sometimes they look more like Smials. But they're mine. You can smile at them or you can sneer. Either way makes no difference to me. I've finally learned that I don't need your hit on my page to validate my voice.
But I do appreciate that you visit and I thank you for being here.
Now let us all go about our day. ^_^
UPDATE 04/21/2011 12:12 PM: Thank you, DCBlogs, for the link. And welcome readers who are visiting via DCBlogs. Feel free to rummage around.