…seems an appropriate day to start a blog. Especially one with an over-the-top title like “The Best by Farr.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I have put it off until the last possible moment — or close to the last possible moment — because I am keenly aware of all the Very Bad Consequences that could ensue.
That sounds idiotic, I suppose. (“She fears blogging? Call a doctor.”) But seriously. Yes, I do. I do fear blogging.
See, I have a book coming out next month. The last time I had a book coming out, it was a reprint, so that doesn’t count. The time before that — the last time I really, truly had a book coming out — was so long ago that blogging wasn’t even an issue. I mean, some writers were doing it (it wasn’t that long ago), but not everybody. Now? Blog or die.
Well, that’s what they’re telling me.
OK, maybe they’re not telling me that, exactly. Not in those words. They’re saying: “You’re not blogging? Really? Wow.” and “You should totally be blogging.” and “I can’t believe you’re not blogging.” And I’m hearing: “Blog or die.”
If it’s that important, it must be difficult. What if I do it wrong? What if I offend somebody? What if I don’t blog regularly? (What is “regular” blogging, anyway? If I turn out to be an irregular blogger, is there a pill I can take that will make me regular?) What if my blog is stupid, or childish, or inadvertently political, or — the worst nightmare of all — boring?!
I can be mildly amusing when the occasion calls for it. But consistently? Can I, in fact, come up with entertaining and/or insightful things to say on a “regular” basis? Can I be clever, or wise, or poetic, or just plain useful, and do it every day?
I think not.
Let’s face it, my life isn’t that interesting. So I can’t blog about my life. Besides, a published author is just close enough to fame that she worries about exposing her life to public scrutiny. (And far enough from fame that she still can’t get a good table in a restaurant. But that’s another story.) I don’t have a lot of deep thoughts, so I can’t blog about those. I have no expertise in anything, so I can’t give my readers useful tips on gardening or cooking or sketching or TV repair or, well, anything. I don’t climb mountains or wrestle alligators or travel to destinations nobody’s ever heard of. What on earth am I going to blog about?!
I guess we’re going to find out.