Brain Goo

And here I am again.

Which is quite the amazing feat, considering how prone I am to starting things and then never actually continuing them (See: scrapbooking, purse-making, yoga, etc.). I did, however, take some steps against that today, by not only posting links on my facespaces, but also by actually sending out a text message to a handful of friends and telling them about it. Accountability, people, it works. Here’s the amazing part: I have 25 hits today.  Here’s the more amazing part: they’re not all me!

Yesterday, when I was reading everything I could about blogging, I learned a couple of tips on how to keep those 25 fabulous hits growing. They include, but are by no means limited to: not writing posts that are too short, not writing posts that are too long, making lists, using bolds and italics and underlines, not using too many bolds and italics and underlines, blogging every day, keeping headlines interesting, keeping it simple, not being be too personal, not being too impersonal, being fantastically unique, and of course, the kicker – having a niche.

I do not have a niche.

The other sixteen-thousand tips I feel ok with. I am reasonably sure that I can either incorporate them into my blog, or else simply ignore them all together. This niche thing, though, has been giving me quite a headache. It speaks right to my ultimate blogging fear, which is: “Oh my god oh my god what the hell am I going to write about??”  There are about a zillion options out there, on which a bajillion people are already writing about, of which about six appeal to me, and none of which I would want to write about every single time I post. Hmm.

So, here’s what I have decided: I am, in my fantastically convoluted mind, going to consider this blog nothing more than practice. I am not actually writing, I am only practicing writing. I am not actually blogging, I am only practicing blogging. I am not actually typing for an audience, I am only practicing typing for an audience.

[At this point, were we in a comic book, Captain Obvious would swoop down and smack me on the head. He would point out that yes I am, in fact, writing and blogging and doing it for an audience, right at this very moment. However, in order to ensure that I don't have a heart attack over something like a blog topic for the love of all that is good and holy, I will continue to call it practice. I beseech you, Captain Obvious, please to not attack.]

So, practice practice practice. Practice makes perfect, and all that jazz. And hey, maybe if I keep practicing, I’ll find myself falling naturally into my niche. Probably not, considering again my convoluted mind and the plethora of thoughts that inhabit it. But hey – anything’s possible.