Monday, February 28, 2011
Happy Birthday to Blog!
Beta Dad, the blog, is one year old today!
It's just starting to lurch around on its ungainly legs, but will require grownups to hold its hand and clean up its poop for a long time yet.
I'm going to make everyone uncomfortable for a minute by being as earnest as I can bear to be.
I'm pretty stoked about how much cool stuff has happened with this blog in just a year. I started out not knowing anything about the blogging game. I felt like I could write something that people would enjoy, but I had no idea how to build an audience. So I started flailing around, looking for kindred spirits that might click on my avatar if I commented on their blog, occasionally reading an article about how to develop readership, and sometimes straight up asking other bloggers for advice.
And little by little, I managed to weasel my way into a number of different blogging communities.
I know..."communities." Cheesy, right? I was thinking about that word today. It doesn't take very long to realize that blogging, like high school and everything that comes after it, involves cliques, rivalries, feuds, and petty squabbles. But what community doesn't include all that stuff? Just because it's not perfect doesn't make it NOT a community.
But the drama isn't what was remarkable for me (although I have to acknowledge that the little bit of drama I was involved in back in October probably accounts for a large cohort of my readers). I have been blown away by how much support I've gotten from a bunch of the bigshot bloggers I started following around like an annoying kid brother when I got started on this project. I'm not going to embarrass anyone by calling them out--it's not like I won an Oscar or anything--but you know who you are, and I'm incredibly grateful and a little bemused.
As much as the established bloggers have helped me get a foothold in the daddyblog niche, and encouraged me with feedback, it's really the comments I get from those of you who tune in faithfully, apparently just for your own amusement, that make me want to keep writing even when it starts to feel like I'm spinning my wheels. I'm really tired right now, and probably shouldn't write about how I feel about my readers, since I will certainly make an ass of myself. So, like, you guys are super-cool and stuff. For those of you who are bloggers, I wish I had more time to read all your blogs faithfully and give you the support you've given me. I'll try to be better about that.
Now that I'm thanking people, I don't know where to stop. Also, this is getting speechy. I'm cringing.
My wife is the best. Even when I spend way too much time pecking away at the laptop, laughing at other people's posts, and mumbling as I write my own, she either never gets annoyed, or never lets on that she is. Either way, I can't believe how lucky I am (not just because she tolerates my blogging either). Sometimes I act all holier than thou about guys who play golf or go fishing instead of spending time with their families; but honestly my blogging habit is pretty serious. I don't let it interfere with spending time with my kids (much), but it's kind of all I do when it's just the wife and me who are conscious. Plus I always have to fill her in with what all my imaginary friends are up to, and she never tells me to shut up. I just hope I would be as supportive if she developed some weird obsession. You know, if it were productive and creative and enriching.
Also, my real life friends (the ones who read my blog--the rest of them are dead to me [psyche]) and family are the best. I'm not even going to tell you the nice thing my mom said on the phone the other day. I might incorporate it into my masthead though. It's just about the weirdest thing in the world to have IRL friends tell you how much they enjoy your writing. It's a lot easier to deal with hearing that from imaginary friends. But ultimately, it's a good awkward.
Okay, I'm done. I have to get up in a couple hours and drive up to the mountains and take the kids sledding. So if I don't respond to your comments right away, it's because I can't get a good signal on my iPhone as I'm hurtling down the mountainside with the kids in my lap.
And then of course there's the link. I've got a post up at DadCentric this morning. It's about how kids must have a really distorted vision of how animals live outside the world of books, movies, stuffed toys, and zoos. Please to be reading.