Its funny, when I got to SG, I was surprised at how innocuous most of the journals were. To me, it was an opportunity to keep a true journal, you know? Work stuff out, be creative, leave a record of where you are at a particular point in time.
I've realized over the past couple years from keeping a blog that the fire to do it isn't really there any more. For one, online journals are supposed to be entertaining. And this means that they need to be pithy, enlightening, short, quippy. The best blog entries reveal the wonders of the mundane, like mentioning that while sitting on the hood of my car, eating an ice cream cone, the wind and a plastic bag danced a waltz together in 3/4 time.
Oh my god, it's like an Amelie moment! That's good stuff!
If I pull it off without sounding like a liar, the reader is pleased and looks forward to the next entry. Hooray, I've got a new fan! My ego grows.
The only problem is that I don't really have moments like that unless I'm specifically looking to manufacture them for my blog. I'm not a photographer or a nature enthusiast: the mundane doesn't hold much magic for me -- except the simple pleasures. And I could wax philosophical on them, but it seems dishonest to dress up the drinking of a Diet Rockstar energy drink as a universe bending experience.
So either I talk about what I find interesting today, knowing that it bores the reader (as it's likely a technical problem I'm trying to work out), or I don't leave an entry.
How do you reconcile the two worlds of what's entertaining to others, and what's interesting to yourself without turning into a jackass?
