Resolved

The end of November and all of December caused my life to spin wildly out of control, as I'm sure, it did all of yours.

As a result, the content here has fallen somewhat short of the standard I set forth waaaaaay back when I decided maybe there was something to this blogging thing and that perhaps I should stop being saracastic about it and really write some stuff.

I never really had a "formula" or a "theme" as some blogs do; this is not a "foodie" blog, or a "mommy" blog or even a writing blog. But I thought maybe I was writing something worth reading.

I don't feel that has been particularly true for the past couple of months.

Recently, this blog has devolved into a litanty of personal complaints, amusing but essentially pointless anecdotes, and mindless banter. Not that any of that is bad, necessarily. But a constant diet of such soon becomes stale and uninteresting. I can't tell you how many blogs I have stricken from my blogroll for that very reason. They were so fresh and interesting and relevant at first, but soon became indistinguishable from every other blog out there.

I can blame it on Christmas, and believe me, I will, but the truth is, I've gotten a little lazy and lacksadaisical about writing quality blog content. Also, I think I have let the pressure of thinking I have to write something every day take precedence over writing something meaningful.

So I resolve to get back to the kind of content I have always prided myself for here at Blogs Are Stupid.

But first I have to stop my incessant whining.

It's tempting, isn't it, to use one's blog to trot out all one's personal heartaches? Why is that? Is it just that bloggers are usually writers by nature and that writers, as a matter of course, use words to purge themselves of the pain? Is it because words are, for us, a talisman against the sadness that might otherwise overwhelm and consume?

Or is it just the nature of the internet beast that makes us feel comfortable spilling our secrets into unseen ears?

Whatever the case, I've been doing far too much of it. And I've been doing far too much blither blathering about the minutaie of my life, because it's easy to rattle off those details without much thought or effort.

A certain amount of that humanizes a writer and endears him or her to her audience, I think. But too much of that makes readers comatose with boredom at some point.

I haven't written anything on the scale of Religion for Dummies or Feminism Skepticism or North and South lately and I'm feeling a little sheepish about it. A lot sheepish about it.

So there you go. Screw weight loss (although that is on the agenda as well), this year, the resolution is to stop being such a lightweight here at Blogs Are Stupid and start writing quality content again.

I'm doing it for myself and my integrity as a writer, but I hope you will find it a worthy resolution as well.