Oh, dear. I’ve done it again.
I seem to make a habit of leaping before I look. Or, rather, I glance around and think that I have looked, then leap and find out I haven’t. With luck, my latest impulsive move (blogging) won’t turn out to be as disastrous as, say, marrying my first husband was. But my blithe plunge into the blogosphere without a compass, an adequate supply of fresh drinking water, and a change of socks is just so typical of me. And now here I am, high and dry on my tiny beachhead, and from this new vantage point I can clearly see that I should have, you know, subscribed to a few blogs before beginning one of my own.
This week I learned about subscriptions. (Please note the handy-dandy link to the right.) Apparently there are also linking opportunities, and “blogrolls,” and networked blogs, some of which may be redundant. There are dashboards and stats and a momentous decision that must be made: does one reply to comments always, occasionally, or never? If “always,” do you inadvertently drive readers away by seeming creepy and desperate and like you don’t have a life? If “occasionally,” do you offend those whose comments you have seemingly ignored? (Or, worse, offend those whose comments you answered?) If “never,” do people assume you don’t read their comments, don’t like their comments, or don’t care whether they comment or not?
For the record, I read ALL your comments and they always make me smile. Some even make me laugh. I appreciate them more than I can say — I just haven’t read enough blogs to know what the heck to do about it.
I will get better at this.
Another rash promise, you say? Probably. But if I didn’t make rash promises, I might not make any at all.