At this point, realizing that there aren’t that many people here because reading is dead and civilization is over, I might as well think out loud about what I want to do with this blog. If anything, that is. My hope was to resurrect it, lure some old readers back, find some new readers, and rebuild it into something worthwhile. In my post-exhaustion world, the cost/benefit analysis of that says I’m crazy. There’s practically no chance that I could attract enough readers to make this worthwhile. I’m certainly not doing it for money. Even when a post draws in a lot of readers, there’s practically no engagement. I have no reason to write other than because I feel like writing it, and I don’t care if no one reads it or responds to it.
For that, I can write in my journal. Otherwise I’m like the crazy street preacher that everyone ignores. A bunch of words that barely register as noise. That’s not a bad idea, actually. Call it “blogging for misanthropes”. But someone will think that misanthrope is a prize you win for blogging, while simultaneously not knowing what a misanthrope is. Or misconstrue the meaning of the word, and call me some sort of *.ist because they think it’s bad.
This is a shame because I was working on some interesting ideas. I really wanted to build community with this site. Dig into simplify-create-thrive as manifesto. Find a balance of interesting topics that would attract creative people from across mediums, pull in minimalists, and entrepreneurs, a good cross-section of people who enjoy making things, run their own lives and their own finances, and are more interested in freedom and happiness than the blind pursuit of wealth and status.
I also had a plan to start blogging over at the Dancing Lights Press site. Yes, I’d be an RPG blogger again. Kind of. I wanted to do a development blog, partially as a marketing tool (duh), partially as a way of getting some feedback on long-term projects. Post bits of work-in-progress, tease some things, ask for help with stuff I’m stuck on, that sort of crap. For a hot minute I was actually optimistic about the prospect of doing in. Then I, you know, was reminded that there are only so many hours in a day, and that the number of people reading and responding would be below the number that would justify spending the time on it. There’s also the possibility that I’d end up spending time dealing with trolls, and honestly the best part of my semi-cloistered life is not having to deal with a certain category of people.
So what is the point of this blog and why am I still doing it? Probably so I can think out loud and maybe get my own head around some ideas. To warm up my fingers in the morning before I dive into writing that pays the bills. To vent enough that I can move past whatever it is I’m thinking about so I can pointedly ignore and focus on what I need to be doing. Post-exhaustion is, for the moment, post-purpose. That’s kind of freeing.
My notes says that I should work on being more likable in my posts. How am I doing?