But I always feel bad when I start reading a blog and then they go poof! Kind of like the ladies on AM now that I think about it. Sometimes those blogs don't go poof they just get interesting, come to some sort of resolution, and then fade away. Sometimes I think it would be better if us bloggers just stayed in a constant state of being *ucked up just so we'd all have something to read and write about.
But as much as I can be a shinning example of bloggerdom (yeah right, this coming from someone who never even wrote of diary before) here are some thoughts I have on keeping your blog going and keeping it interesting.
|Hen pecked, diva wife; yeah I feel a link|
Secondly, you wouldn't eat the same meal every day for the rest of your life would you! Well let's face it a lot of us wouldn't screw the same person for the rest of our life! So don't write about the same thing. Sure you started the blog to get out some angst from your marriage out on the table or to tell the cyber world about your hot sexy affair. But in the end that gives you about a dozen posts. Write about something else, the environment, food, your pursuit of world peace, curing your dog of licking his balls.... Who knows! But as in life, figure out some other things that you are interested in and put them out there. You'll enjoy it and others will too. Now that being said I wouldn't go so far as to say "hey I really like the new shudders on that house at 321 Wisteria Lane," just after writing about getting a blow job in the Target parking lot from your new AM friend. We do need to keep a good degree of anonymity and let's face it "plausible denighability!"
But if you do throw some personal enlightenment and skill sets out there what you are likely to find is that you will start to connect with people in a deeper and more meaningful way. I was always astonished by the feedback from my Shannon stories and my food posts. Well let's be honest I really liked it that the lady readers seemed to dig those posts so I kept writing. I bet you'll write something totally different and you'll be surprised because someone from Bangladesh or Brussels was thinking the same thing!
Thirdly, take your time with this. So many bloggers start out writing every day and then burn out quickly. Pace yourself, it will build interest in your blog. It's kind of like screwing on your first date. Too often we don't respect what we really didn't earn. Make your readers earn your story a little bit. Make us come back next week and take you out on a few dates first before you give it all away. We'll respect you more in the end! :)
|I get that same confused look often!|
Which brings me to my final thought.
Fourthly, link to the past. Whenever I see a blog for the first time and I see it has like 400 posts it's almost too daunting! As you write posts each week link back or create a mechanism for new readers to link back to past thoughts and/or stories. My repeats over the past year were really a way for new readers to get "suggested readings" from me, in hopes that it might take them back through my story in a more convenient way than just starting from day one. I know, I said above make them earn it but in the end we are humans - we always need "turn key." It's also a great way to revisit your story. It's amazing how much I've forgot I wrote.
But again, think "turn-key" because in life being "turn-key" is what I've always been about.
Anyway here is another one of those repeat thingies! :)
from January 28th, 2013.......
I gotta tell you I'm a guy who likes routine and I like my things a certain way. I like to work out at a certain time and watch Chris Matthews on the TV while I'm doing the elliptical. I like to eat at a certain time and I like to watch my college football and basketball at a certain time each night (NASCAR or the Nats in summer).
I happen to have great in-laws. Shannon and I have joked that if we ever get a divorce we don't want to lose our in-laws. That being said I like them, I don't want to live with them. My wife's sister and her husband are DINKS (double income no kids). DINKS live in a foreign world with no stress and no mess. When we invade I know it's tough on them because their no fuss world is thrown into tatters by our "young-un's." But it's tough on me because they are DINKS and lead a DINK lifestyle which means existing in their world becomes almost like an episode of Bear Grylls for Ryan.
I will outline the predicament in my bullet-pointed rant below. Let's call it Ryan the Average Married Dad's Survivor-Man Experience in DINK-land:
|Can someone find me a damn Cheeto!|
|It's bad if you'd kill for fruit punch|
* Meals are interesting at the in-laws. My wife's sister will get up and fix a hearty breakfast of 4 eggs, 3 pieces of turkey bacon, 2 slices of toast, and a squirt of OJ (I forgot they did go out and buy a 20 oz bottle of OJ from 7-11 for our visit). Now let me clarify. That menu is not per person that is TOTAL! This may feed them fine. They are DINKS, they still give a shit about how they look. But we have hungry kids and kids go through breakfast food like a locust plague leaving Ryan with a bite of cold egg and the dry toast crust my kids turned away. I try to dash away at some point late morning, faining a need to fill the car up with gas and steal off to 7-11 or Dunkin' Donuts for needed sustenance.
* Next comes TV. The DINKS have no kids which means no fighting over TV rights. That means they have 1 (count it 1 TV). That means we have to deal with kids complaining over missing Shake it Up Chicago or deal with actually watching the show. Guess who wins. Actually my girls are now kind of addicted to their IPads so this isn't as much of a problem as it used to be. But then the problem is that my brother-in-law (who doesn't have kids) has actual REAL hobbies like playing golf 5 times a week. When he doesn't play golf he watches golf. In fact right now the European Tour is playing in Liechtenstein. Oh wait, I barely give a shit when they are playing at the Master so I certainly don't care when they are playing at a small European Duchy! Bottom line, no ACC basketball for Ryan!
* Anyone who has kids knows that the average American child has to have sustenance (snacks) every hour or they pass out. I implied that Shannon and I don't care how we look but actually we are pretty health conscious. Our girls are very healthy and fit as well. We keep our pantry and fridge stocked with a wide variety of fruit snacks, cheese, yogurt, etc. The kids stay healthy and these are the type of things Ryan lives off of late at night whilst watching the Duke-UNC game on TV. The DINKS, who both happen to be very Metrosexual apparently live off of beer, wine, and about 300 calories a day. What that means is NO 'effin snacks. So while Ryan is missing the ACC basketball game at night, is dehydrated from only consuming alcoholic beverages throughout the day (did I mention happy hour for the brother in law starts at noon), going on about 1 hour of quality sleep (will speak to that below), and is on an all Dunkin' Donut/convenience store nacho diet (from lack of normal meals), he also is devoid of his late night cheese and cracker snacking routine.
* At the end of the day poor Ryan is very tired. The bed in the DINKS extra bedroom is technically a double if you are a couple from Munchkinland in the land of Oz. Otherwise no two standard adults would fit, certainly not Shannon (who is very fussy) and I. So that means the little one sleeps with mommy. The older one is now 12 so too old to sleep with daddy on the pull-out futon-like thing in the living room - so she gets that. That leaves Ryan banished like Quasimodo to the air mattress in the brother in law's office in the back of the house. The air mattress provides a wafer thin boarder of air between my body and the cold hard wood floor. That means I awake on the hour to a sore shoulder and adjust to the other side. Upon one of these awakenings I think to myself "my God, I'm drooling icicles! No it's because it's 'effing freezing in here! Apparently there are too many heat vents in the other bedrooms and if they keep the thermostat above freezing all the other rooms are at the boiling point. Thusly, the DINKS keep the thermostat at Minneapolis level. They stay warm and by morning there is a Ryan-cicle in the back room! Bottom line - no good sleep for Ryan.
Anyway by the afternoon of day 2 all the girls had left to go shopping and it was just the brother in law and me at home. Actually we were watching the Falcons-49'ers game but I was just too damn tired of sitting on my ass so I decided to go on a walk around the neighborhood. Their neighborhood is very nice with a lot of families. I enjoy being there in the summer because of the plethora of hot young mommies sprinkled throughout. On this particular day there were a lot of mommies out walking but unfortunately poor Ryan was looking quite haggard and disheveled from the malnutrition and sleep deprivation. Consequently, as I passed all those cute mommies I got those proverbial "please don't rape me/I've got a can of mace buddy don't make me use it," stares! The final insult was when some guy (I guess assuming I was a transient liquored up bum) offered me the puke green couch he was dragging to his curb to dispose of. I thanked him but told him someone in Greenville would probably like to have that on their porch instead.
Oh well, life's a bitch and then you die - but someone has to do it! :)