Blog party
I had lunch today with two good friends. Over big helpings of pasta and great conversation, talk turned to our latest efforts. It turns out that all three of us, plus the missing member of our circle who is now living out of state, are now blogging. What are the odds that all four of us would be in cyberspace talking about our interests?
Pretty high, in fact. Smart, tech-savvy people with points of view like my friends are blogging at unprecedented rates. Technorati, the blog tracking site, reports it is following 112.8 million blogs on its site. More than one cyberstranger has left a comment here letting me know he or she found me on Technorati.
One of my friends has a blog and site about woodworking, a hobby he’s very good at and can write about very well. Another one has a blog about her jewelry business, which she runs at home while keeping track of sons and pets in addition to making and designing jewelry. The third writes about restaurants and food in a zippy style. My blog is where I publish my essays and religious writings. All four of us are creative people who found blogs to be a good outlet for our passions. We have or have had day jobs, but our free time is when we indulge in our secret lives.
I usually write at night, when I can finally sit down at the end of the day with all of my faculties still intact. I’ve never been a morning person; my mother even says that’s why I was born at night. Writing at night is easier for me and that’s when I actually have the time to do it when I’m working. My days are longer now that I’m employed five miles from home, which is a great commute. I can arrive home unfrazzled by traffic, at a reasonable hour and in a good mood. My front teeth used to hurt from clenching them when I was commuting home at the good I had previous to this one. By the time I sit in my office chair at my home office, I’m still relaxed and happy.
For some bloggers, I’m sure that their Web activities are a blessing after a day doing something they don’t really like to do for a living. For others, it’s a way to express themselves the way that other generations used to keep diaries or journals. For me, it’s my virtual printing press. If I weren’t blogging, I’d be writing in journals, too.
During lunch we discussed our next posts and where we can take our virtual clips. We all traded URLs and promised to keep track of everyone’s efforts. Blogs have become the equivalent of the holiday cards exchanged to let faraway friends know how we’re doing, except that they arrive instantly and are shared with the rest of the world, too.
The world is holding a big blog party and everyone’s invited.
