Note: I realize that this post will probably lose me some followers - I'll be sorry to see you go, I got used to your smiling faces and cute icons on my list. And just because you leave me - it doesn't mean I won't continue to read your blog.
In blogland, I often feel like the new kid in 7th grade - I don't know where I fit in here. Everyone seems to be in their little clique, and I don't belong to one (unless you count the old lady blogger clique, not the most popular in the crowd).
When I started The Ratio of Failures almost a year ago, it was about the writing for me. That has not changed, though I've succumbed to more trendy memes from time to time. I really write to tell MY story, how I got to where I am, after almost 53 (yikes) years on this Earth.
What I am not about?
- Hawking products - no PR-friendly stuff here.
- No cute button from me, no pixel-limited picture defines me.
- I don't dispense awards (I think I passed on two I received); I don't receive many, but I do appreciate the thought, even if I don't play along with passing them on.
- No fancy templates - just stuff I've swiped from free places. I won't be paying actual cash for any updates.
- Likewise, no dot.com for me, or migration to a paying version of Wordpress. I'm happy enough figuring out what Blogger has to offer.
- I am pretty confident that I'll never attend a blog conference, or write a book and appear on national TV because I have a blog - and I'm okay with my status of relative obscurity.
I was the girl in 7th grade who had a few good friends, who got good grades, who liked to read (and practiced good grammar when writing). Spelling errors and grammatical mistakes tend to make me click to the next blog. Sorry, I'm a grammar snob.
I'm the woman who has called companies and told them of misspellings in their signs. I even called an exclusive private school whose TV commercial had misspelled words. It may have been a "privelege" to attend the academy - it was then MY privilege to call and correct them!
Confession time, sorry if you think I'm harsh. If I see a blog, I expect to see content to READ, not just ads for great stuff I promise I'll never buy. Please don't overwhelm me with giveaways - I have enough stuff already. I like your photos, but tend to lose interest when there is no text describing what you're showing me (so the Wordless Wednesday meme is probably off limits to me).
If your blog is a PR-heavy, giveaway paradise, I probably won't visit often, unless you also wow me with YOUR story.
I don't 'get' joining SITS, and cringe anytime I receive a comment starting with 'Stopping by from (pick your affiliation), without any other comment. These type of comments cause me to wonder if you even READ my post, and if you did, what did you think? How did it make you feel? I
Another thing about commenting. I don't get the "comment goals" thing. I only comment if I have something of worth (at least to me) to add. I may read your blog every day, but don't hold me to commenting every time. If a post touches me in some way, or tickles me, or makes me mad as a wet hen, you'll know it - from my comment.
I don't write hateful comments - I try to be supportive and kind. But be advised that I might venture into the slippery slope of advice-giving if I feel I have some information that I think you might be able to use. I apologize if you interpret my comments as intrusive; that is never my intent.
I guess I'm not a joiner. I'm a loner, but a loner who has stuff she needs to get off her chest. My writing is an extension of who I am, not who I wish to become. I am already me, I'm not looking for fame or fortune (I'd just like to find a full-time job).
Writing allows me to vent. It gives me an opportunity to snicker aloud when I write something I consider to be funny (and I only hope others get my jokes). I appreciate comments, I really do. I know there are millions of other blogs that are better than mine; thank you for taking time out of your busy life to read what this middle-aged crazy woman thinks and feels.
I really do hope you stick around. I love reading YOUR stories.
I hope you like some of mine. If not? I'll still be here, writing for me.