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Maintaining the Joy of Blogging

October 5, 2014 at 9:52 am by Claudia

Every morning there is construction going on outside my window. Every morning. I’m not kidding. Saturday? Sure! Sunday? Absolutely. I can usually tune it out but I have to admit my annoyance with the whole thing has peaked this morning. And I thought the sound of traffic on our road back home was bad.

I’m ready to take prisoners.

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And now, on to the meat of this post. There was an article in the New York Times a couple of weeks ago on blogging – specifically about the burnout that can happen to bloggers: When Blogging Becomes a Slog. Several bloggers were interviewed, but the article was inspired by John and Sherry Petersik’s decision to take a break from their amazingly popular blog, Young House Love. I am a faithful reader of that blog, in part because John and Sherry are so genuine, so transparent, and so honest about their projects and their lives. When readers commented about a sense they had that the quality of the blog posts had declined recently (John and Sherry just had their second child and their plate is full) those comments struck a chord with the Petersiks, who had been feeling much the same thing. So they wrote an articulate post about their dilemma and took a break.

Now, the Petersiks and others mentioned in the article are in an upper tier of decor/DIY bloggers who make their living by blogging.  And I would assume that living is not just ‘scraping by’ but a very healthy one. They have created a space on the Web that draws millions of visitors. That’s a lot of ad income, my friends. What has generated that interest, that fan base, are lots and lots of projects and detailed tutorials. Lots of research. Lots of putting money back into the blog to generate more projects. And on and on it goes. But the same thing can be said not only for Big Bloggers but for all sorts of bloggers who work hard to generate fresh content and make an income through their work.

The reader is lucky. The reader gets it all for free. Just one click and there you go.

However, the blogger has created a business that must keep generating content. The pressure increases. There’s competition out there – a lot of it. New projects have to be created. New and fresh ideas – always a tough one, because there’s really nothing new under the sun – have to be designed, made, styled and photographed. And the business becomes a monster that must be fed constantly, or it will consume the blogger.

Add to that the constantly changing set of rules for bloggers. I’m not sure who decides these things and why everyone feels they need to follow them. You must pin a certain amount of pictures/posts a day on Pinterest. You must Tweet. You must link here. Or there. You have to use Google+. Oh and wait, now everyone has to use Stumble Upon…that’s the new thing. And on it goes. Someone says jump and everyone shouts, “How high?”

Soon, the blog is purely about business and for many bloggers that is just fine, it’s a very clear choice that they’ve made, and more power to them. I know bloggers who are making a very good income from making that decision and, truth be told, I’m a wee bit jealous! There’s nothing wrong with creating and designing a blog with business in mind.

But the Petersiks and others have spoken about an essential ingredient in the process that has disappeared lately: joy. The initial thing that drew us to this platform; the joy of blogging, the excitement of writing a post, the happiness that a well-written and crafted post can elicit, the connection to readers, the friends made…all of it can disappear before we’re even fully aware that it’s gone.

I’m just a teeny-tiny blogger in the grand scale of things. My page views aren’t that impressive. My ad income is minimal, just enough to keep this blog going, to pay for hosting and security, and to allow me to pay for a bill or two along the way. If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you know I’ve wrestled with the whole enchilada: do I put ads on my blog, do I do this or that to generate income, do I start to craft posts specifically with page views in mind, do I pin, do I do what everyone else is doing? I’ll be honest with you – I’ve sometimes been jealous of all those niche blogs that seem to generate much more income than I will ever see. I’ve been a bit resentful.

But I’ve lately really come to terms with it all. I can be no other person than me. I started this blog as a sort of journal of my life. I started it because I love to write, in fact, I need to write and this new world of blogging gave me the perfect outlet for that need. That, along with my love for photography, sealed the deal. That’s what brings me joy. Writing, photographing, sharing – because I want to, not because I have to. That’s the joy. Meeting all of you – more of the joy.

So my coming to terms with it all means that I cannot and will not change the essential nature of this blog in order to make it a business because I can guarantee you that would be the moment when joy would begin to disappear. Are some days easier than others? Yes. Is every post a gem? Absolutely not. I post every day and, let’s face it, pearls of wisdom are not always flowing freely from my brain.

Some of this I’ve said before. But now, now it has gelled, solidified, for me. The pressure to have new content every day in order to generate income can lead a lot of bloggers to post photos from elsewhere on the web, to essentially lift content from other sources, to do more and more sponsored posts, to find something to fill the space because writing fresh content every post is tough. It’s a challenge. It’s just plain hard to think of something new every day, or three times a week.

My choice is to not do that, to not use content or photos from elsewhere. If I started doing that, the heart of the blog would change and it wouldn’t feel right. But that’s purely my choice – it’s what works for me after 6 years of blogging. The biggest change might be a choice in the future to blog six days a week instead of seven. But the jury’s still out on that. We’ll see. I’d even drop a lot of my ads if I could get by without them. I’m not crazy about their look on my site, but they are necessary.

Lucky for me, I don’t have to put all my eggs in one basket. I can’t expect this blog to remain true to my heartfelt vision and, at the same time, be the source of all my income. Never gonna happen. If I was a different kind of blogger, maybe. But even those bloggers like the Petersiks and others mentioned in the New York Times article have spoken about making changes. The Petersiks may look for another source of income, through a different kind of employment. Others have put the brakes on and are going back to their roots.

Even the book blog, my newest creation, was started to share my love of reading and books. I’d love it to eventually reach a wider audience, but if it doesn’t, that’s just fine. It brings me joy.

Blogging is fascinating, isn’t it? I’ve likened it to the Wild West before and I think that still holds true. There’s so much that’s changed since the early days of blogging, for better and worse. And it will continue to evolve. Let’s hope that none of us lose the initial joy that blogging brought to our lives and if we do, that we make whatever changes necessary to get it back again.

Happy Sunday.

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A Sort of Meltdown

October 4, 2014 at 8:13 am by Claudia

Meltdown yesterday. Well, ‘meltdown’ might be an exaggeration, but suffice it to say I was not a happy camper by the end of the day. This cold that seems to hang on and hang on for dear life, the quick and exhausting trip home and back on Monday, trying to make it through 7 hours of rehearsal without coughing too much (impossible) and do my job well, feeling like all I want to do is sleep, trying to take care of Scout, missing Don…all of it came to a head.

Poor Don. He heard it all during the course of a couple of phone calls and wisely let me rant.

I’m tired of being sick. Don’t get me wrong, I know this is really small potatoes compared to what many people have to cope with on a daily basis. It’s just a cold. I get it. But it’s my cold and my life right now away from home and I’m tired  and there you go.

Scoutie is tired, too, but she is being such a good girl. Even though taking care of her throughout this makes it harder, I wouldn’t give up her presence here with me for the world. She gets me out of my own head. She makes me smile. She is great company.

More photos from home:

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They’re hanging in there.

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Leaves everywhere and gardens completely overgrown.

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Hyacinth Bean pods.

The winner of a copy of To Dwell in Darkness by Deborah Crombie is Sandi C. Sandi, I’ve sent you an email – send me your mailing address. Congratulations!

Weather report: 100% chance of rain back home. Good! We need it. The rivers need it. My plants need it.

Happy Saturday.

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A Realization: Home is Where Your Energy Is

October 3, 2014 at 7:45 am by Claudia

I don’t think I will be doing that again.

It’s too much for Scoutie. She tends to want to move around on the back seat and yesterday, for some reason, ended up on the floor several times where she was wedged in and couldn’t get back up. I had to pull over and help her up. Bless her heart, she doesn’t have the Border Collie ease of movement that she used to have. And I would get frustrated because she wouldn’t ‘stay’ on the seat in a safe position and because I was driving, I was powerless to help her until I could find an exit ramp.

We’re exhausted, especially dear Scout.

She was happy to be home for a brief period of time, yet she was unsettled, as was I. It’s a strange thing, this living away from home. Though we’ve done virtually nothing to this hotel room, it has become our little sanctuary. Then, suddenly, we’re back home, but only for a few hours….no time to take possession again, no time to embrace our little cottage. Just chores that have to be done, things that have to be packed to bring back to Hartford. After opening the windows, I watered the plants and immediately started mowing the front lawn. That took some time. Then I cleaned out the porch gutters, as best I could. Then I ordered a pizza because there is absolutely no food in the house. Then I went online for a bit. I spoke to Don. I talked to my neighbor. I vacuumed (something I didn’t get to do before I left.)

Scoutie wasn’t eating because she was unsure what was happening. She sensed that we were ‘between’ places. And my little cottage that I love so much wasn’t really ‘home’ at the moment because I couldn’t take possession again.

Does that make sense?

The other night I was talking to Don (pre-trip home) and I said that I didn’t really want to make the trip. That even though this was a temporary home, we had our routine here and I didn’t want to leave. He got it. He said he understood because, even though we both would like nothing more than to be in our cottage, our energy is here, in Hartford and New Haven. We’ve done what we always have to do on the road: we’ve created a life here.

So it was somewhat of a relief for both Scout and me when we got back to the hotel around 7:30. Both of us were exhausted. She ate. I watched baseball. My shoulders dropped a wee bit.

Monday, we have to move all over again. But the apartments, though not nearly as nicely decorated as the hotel suite, are fairly nice and we’re even closer to the park. So, that’s the upside. The downside is having to pack everything again and make trips back and forth in the car and then get Scoutie acclimated.

Back at the cottage (taken with the iPhone):

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Zinnias and leaves on the ground.

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There’s been very little rain back home. Seriously, I’ve never seen the rivers so low. The day before I went back home it rained for about 24 hours here in Hartford and, since we usually have the same weather, I assumed it rained at the cottage, too. Nope. So the zinnias in the Chicken Wire Fence Garden are shriveled. The morning glories are still blooming all along the fence. The zinnias in the barrels are doing fine. The hanging plants died, which I expected. And the potted impatiens, all still on the porch, but moved to a place where they might catch some rain water, are doing very well indeed. These are the impatiens that I nursed through the winter last year. They’ve now been going strong for well over a year!

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Don’s deep in the midst of Tech Rehearsals, long ten-hour days. We barely have time to talk. I’m back in rehearsal starting this morning. Scout is sleeping.

There’s a new post up on Just Let Me Finish This Page this morning.

Happy Friday.

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Filed Under: life, On The Road, Scout 33 Comments

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I live in a little cottage in the country with my husband. It's a sweet place, sheltered by old trees and surrounded by gardens. The inside is full of the things we love. I love to write, I love my camera, I love creating, I love gardening. My decorating style is eclectic; full of vintage and a bit of whimsy.

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