I had a couple of other titles I had been thinking for this post, that were humbler than what it is, and also more specific. I wanted to call it Of Blogging Planning or Of Blogging Plans Part Two, or Of Planning. However, even though these were, shall we say technically, keywords, they weren’t getting near the problem. Any piece of writing is basically a problem, a question. That is what litterateurs do. People who are, in any way, involved in the business of writing aren’t skilled or disciplined to be experts in anything. Unlike philosophers, they are not even interested in the whyness of anything. Unlike psychologists, they are not interested in the howness either. Literature is only interested in the moment, the phenomenon, the person as it is, and maybe, but not necessarily, what it could mean. I may have the convenience of title over my fellow bloggers, which helps me focus on what to write to keep this blog running, but sometimes, being too specific with my questions doesn’t make the questions better or more practical. I always write in order to be of use, and the use of today’s question is not about what may be the right plans for this blog, but how to make time for those plans.
There are many reasons why we blog. No, I’m not trying to steal a line from The Daily Post. But, I will give you the three most obvious reasons for why I blog: a) because I love writing here, b) because I want to build my writing career and c) to kill time. I’ve made no secret of the last one, and c’mon, let’s acknowledge the reason why most of us blog or participate in social media: we are bored. There’s nothing new about it. People have been doing it forever. Thousands of years ago, people got bored with hunting, gathering and procreating and so decided to sing. Not because it was this grandiose, beautiful thing, with theories and notations and fans and all that. But, because it was pleasant and it filled up time. When printing came along relatively much later, you wouldn’t believe the number of people who were frightened by all the possible evil effects books could have, some of them not unwarranted, as it turns out. An even more recent example is the radio, or for Downton Abbey viewers, the mixer-grinder. We humans are a paradoxical species who constantly get scared of new things we find pleasure in, as well as keep trying to make things because we are bored. We are bored and so we make things that will keep us from being bored and, in what turns out to be a win-win situation, we kill our boredom already in the act of making that thing! Gosh, aren’t we clever?
But, are we clever enough in making time? Turning to reasons a and b, I do still love writing here and I do still desperately, desperately want to become a full-time writer. But, I feel I’m not making enough effort for either. I had planned to take up writing fiction seriously this year, but I didn’t do it. I love writing for Of Opinions, but I’ve regressed to not writing enough this month. Moreover, I want to do a few other things for it too. I want to re-do my categories because, c’mon, they are not proper categories anyway. I want to improve the presentation of the blog overall, keeping in mind its minimalist style. I want Of Opinions to be a proper .com, so that I can actually tell people about it in conversation, instead of sending them a link later. And lastly, the scariest of all, I want to promote it better. Of Opinions is my baby and I wouldn’t want to risk losing its independent, honest spirit, especially to the coldly efficient, business side of writing and publishing. I haven’t reached that stage in my writing career in general, so I don’t know whether I’ll give in to that completely. But, for now, I’m thinking more in terms of twitter and bloglovin ( I don’t know what it is but, I’m told it’s necessary ) and participating more in The Daily Post activities.
I just haven’t been able to make time for it. I’m sure it’s possible. I could skip a YouTube video or two to write a post here or work on my categories, but I don’t know if it is life, or Of Opinions itself that is preventing me. Maybe, some combination of both. Maybe, that is what making time is. Not stretching the 24 hours of the day to that impossible extra second if you can, but substituting something you are comfortable doing, whether you enjoy it or not, with something you feel is necessary to you, whether you enjoy it or not. I’m not excited by the prospect of twitter and editing my blog, but I feel it’s necessary. All that’s left for me is to make time.