Do you have a blog? Do you love it? I love mine. When I first started blogging 6 SIX! years ago, I really just wanted an outlet to write, and share recipes and stuff, and connect with other bloggers. I needed some sanity from a new baby/cheeky toddler/teen girl/new house/recent interstate move situation I had going on, and gee that blog really hit the spot. It was a feeling of belonging, a happy show and tell to interested people, a finding of the tribe.
Sometime after this, the blog landscape slowly changed – the camaraderie is still there, the happy tribe is still madly connecting all over the interwebs, it’s just – different. It’s no longer just about sharing for the sake of it. The expectation is that every blog post will be providing value to the reader, solving a problem, Be Of Use. Why would anyone possible bother reading your blog if it provided no value? Why would I want to alienate my loved readers by wasting their time? Their time is precious, as is mine, so if I didn’t have anything worthwhile to say I should bloody well just keep my mouth shut. Which is basically what I’ve done. I mean, who would come here just for my swear words and sparkling wit?
The technical side of blogging is also (for me) becoming more and more dishearteningly demanding as well; SEO requirements, social media optimization, different apps that you need to run things properly, website design, simple (ha!) coding, formatting images across different platforms, the legal and not so legal argy bargy over intellectual property and disclosure….it’s all a bit much for me, and I wouldn’t even call myself IT challenged. Lets not even go into the endless nerve wracking that goes on when you work with brands; or to be more truthful the constant justifying of why you won’t work for free, and then if you DO find someone willing to pay for your services you need to vigorously chase them for unpaid invoices. It’s soul destroying. All I want to do is write stuff, and share recipes and stuff, and connect with other bloggers; but instead, I’ve retreated further and further into my shell until my blogging mojo has practically dried up and dissapeared.
BUT, in the spirit of bloggers connecting everywhere, the tribal mind has spoken. Veggiemama wrote this post, and all of a sudden, other bloggers came out of the woodwork and said ME TOO! I thought I was the only one! It seems I wasn’t alone in being paralyzed by the pressure of being a Useful Blogger. Here are a few of the #uselessblogger posts out there. I’m sorry that the font is so pale you can hardly read it, I don’t know how to make it darker.
So, useless bloggers discussing the concept of #uselessblogger is actually not so useless.
Here is your reward for putting up with that #useless rant. Heh.
1st! Expect a lot more useless blogging from me, showcasing my thoughts on whatever shit is going on in my world. There will still be A LOT of cookery, just less editing of my sparkling wit. Special shout out to swearing ability.
2nd! Here is a bonus photo that serves no purpose, a little window into why this blog was named ‘House of Chaos’ in the first place.. as it is school holidays here, I slept in yesterday
and every other day and Mr 8 accidentally locked himself outside in the wee hours of the morning. Just wandered out to say hello to the garden and forgot to flick the deadbolt behind him, shit happens. After signing for a parcel, and helpfully explaining to the delivery driver that mum was asleep and dad was out working FUCKFUCKFUCK, he started knocking on the back door, and the front door, and various windows – but sadly, I sleep like the dead and didn’t hear a thing. He wrote a series of escalating notes and slid them under the back door, where Kora the Lady Labrador tried to eat one. It’s a shame she can’t read. It’s a wonder that the seriousness of those notes didn’t actually wake me up.
Eventually someone (not me) woke up and let him in. I’ll be getting my mother of the year award any moment now, I just know it.
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