Blogging about blogging

An article in the Guardian about how blogging is still a minority sport compared to other social networking areas.

This blog is just over a month old, so I'm relatively new to the game. I started because I wanted a writing project that was different to my novel, so that I had something else to do if I hit a wall. I had no idea how addictive, enjoying and irritating it would become.

I post at least once a day. When I wake up in the morning I immediately think about what I'm going to write about. If I haven't posted early on in the day, the thought of a day's gap nags at me until I've got to get it done or risk being driven insane. I've subscribed to over 100 blogs and I obsessively read each new post as it comes in. I tend to comment on each post I read too, mainly because I love the sound of my own voice and enjoy throwing my weight around. Most of them are better writers than me, which makes me feel inadequate most of the time but hasn't driven me to leave bitchy comments, well not yet anyway.

I'm aware that I've made blogging and reading blogs sound like a sure path to mental illness, but it has saved me from cabin fever and feeling lonely. Before I didn't know any other writers so I felt a little isolated and wasn't able to discuss any problems or concerns I was having. But now I feel like I'm part of a network of other writers now, and everyone is willing to share their writing tips, rejection slips and unblocking tricks, or just their brilliantly written observations or satricial jabs at society and government. I don't know how I managed without them.