Inside This Blog

I was recently interviewed about my blog. Fortunately it was an email interview so I was able to ponder the answers before submitting them. The content of the interview covered areas such as entertainment, opinion, venting, free speech and local writing.

I was asked what made this blog appear more successful than other local blogs. I don’t really know the definition of success with a blog. Yes, there are up to 100 readers every day and it’s fun getting comments, but for me it is just a commitment to get something out there six days a week (seven if I’m pissed off about something.) The blog is more of a tool to get things out of my head so I can move on. Most local blogs don’t post every day. Christ, some post monthly if that, and there is nothing more boring than nothing. I guess people start blogs with good intentions, but soon run out of ideas or commitment. At that point it would be a good idea to delete it and move on. It’s like seeing a garage sale sign on a utility pole for a sale that happened six months ago.

I have checked out other local blogs when the writers post a comment on this blog or when someone tells me that someone is trashing me somewhere. The only “local” blog I see that has real writing talent is Mother of Three at http://www.motherhoodishell.blogspot.com/

***NOTE: I wrote this article on Monday so I did not write the this because Mother of Three wrote about Rust in her blog on Wednesday, so I’m not trying to kiss her ass because she was nice to this blog, she is simply a damn talented writer.***

Yes, it is a Mom Blog, but when she is writing about things other than children this blog is golden. She is thoughtful and honest and very much in touch with her feelings. I really appreciate when words can take you places, or as she does for me since she is local she takes me to places I’ve already been that need to be revisited. I would love it if she had a Mom Blog and a parallel Mom Off-Duty Blog where she could really kick out the jams with her writing, but being a mother of three, and a wife of one, I’m sure it’s hard to muster the energy that would take. If you read this Carrie, I so appreciate your work, and the reason I no longer post responses on your blog is because your stats are able to be viewed by all your visitors, and I’d rather keep my IP address to myself at this time. But be assured I’m in the background saying, “Right On!” Also tell Slave Hubby I enjoyed his walk to the Rusty Cup post. As for your claim to have lesser writing skills than he, it just isn’t so. You kick butt, thanks!

Anyway, back to Rust, even if one doesn’t like the writing or the content there is always a fun/silly photo to look at every day. Will I get tired of putting out an article every day? Not at least for the next month.

Do I have any future plans? Yes, I’m toying with the idea of blogging my works of fiction. Each day I may blog a book chapter. This blog will be viewable by invitation only, and I may not get around to it for a couple more months, ( I’m copywriting and getting a LCCN for the part II of the first book) but I’m thinking of it more every day.

As for comments that people leave, I may respond if they are current articles, but I don’t have time to comment on archived articles. I did once for the very first article on the blog. Someone had some complaints that I had to address. It was my personal favorite, by the way. I did set up a forum for those topics that won’t go away or won’t blog very well.

I consider this blog to be something that belongs to the community, so it is able to respond to the community where other media outlets are unable, like letters to the editor of the Daily Astoria can not publish your comments unless you leave your name. Anonymous is OK here.

Most importantly, I started this blog to shed some humor on local topics; though some of the stuff here isn’t funny. None of it will be remembered in a hundred years.

By the way, one of the most shining moments in my short blogging life was at the Sunday Market last week when I over-heard someone using the term, “Dried Salmon County.” Hee, hee,hee…