Taking a break from shoving Easter eggs in my mouth, I take a moment to ponder my identity as a blogger. As you know, when I’m on teacher practical experience with my shirt tucked in and my death stare in place I tend to let my blog commitment slide. Blogging takes time, and given that I have an overdue assignment waiting for a conclusion to fall out of the sky, blogging does tend to come in wayyyyy down the priority list. Should probably feed my kids at some point too.
So I try to keep in touch by micro-blogging. I throw up a few Facebook posts, a tweet here and there, largely just whispering to the wind. Doesn’t really count.
To be honest, I think micro-bloggers are just people who are incapable of forming an entire paragraph, and if your life can be summed up in 140char or less…well, you’re living it wrong.
Just over 2 weeks since my last blog post, and it was a single photo. Doesn’t really count either. If I’d put any effort into sourcing advertisers I’d probably be refunding them about now.
I wonder, am I still a blogger? I don’t have to ‘wo’ to retain my status as a ‘woman’. I don’t have to be physically ‘reading’ to be able say I am a ‘reader’. Do I have to regularly blog to be a blogger?
Semantics. A procrastinator’s best friend.
Linking up with Jess for IBOT
