tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2940375117370631601.post4423311754749842656..comments2023-08-29T09:03:19.065-05:00Comments on Just Another Jenny: Blogging ResolutionsJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13472686909226073213noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2940375117370631601.post-82669164991298581502017-01-07T18:58:10.113-06:002017-01-07T18:58:10.113-06:00Interesting. I think it was 2005 when I started b...Interesting. I think it was 2005 when I started blogging! And I'm happy to still have friends I met then. But it was the conflict and the navel-gazing that made me stop. I was unable to do anything else when I was clicking refresh or composing lengthy tomes--I never did master the art of saying things in brief. So yes--I moved to Facebook. And unfortunately, the conflict followed me, and possibly became worse because it's so much easier to be misunderstood and mischaracterized in a brief post than after laying it out in detail. But I remember the mental stimulation, and having an outlet to analyze the things that were going on, and people who were supportive and interested. There was a community, though I was on the outskirts. And I do still love the blog medium, even without an audience. I like having my online *space.* I like having students create online spaces, too, but that, too, is time consuming and not efficient for teaching, I find. Like Melanie, I'm not sure where this is going, except a sort of wistful look back, and to wish you well because blogging is good. :)Literacy-chichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08925734773412633965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2940375117370631601.post-7245892758856464412017-01-07T00:24:57.413-06:002017-01-07T00:24:57.413-06:00I stay up too late most nights in search of that e...I stay up too late most nights in search of that elusive mental flow. I think of the quiet space to finish out a thought and string sentences together in ways that make sense as a sort of drug. I neglect housework and schoolwork sometimes just to finish thinking through an idea. I shoo children away even, sometimes, to let me finish my thought. Finding those little bits of time is rather addictive. It feels selfish. It probably is selfish. And yet when I don't have them for long enough I start to feel mean and surly. I don't know how to balance all the demands and so what usually gives is a good night's sleep. Which then sets me back for the next day and keeps the cycle spinning out of control. And yet we limp along. Nothing is as clean or organized or structured as I'd like and I don't get as much writing time as I'd like even so. I still spend too much of that precious time on Facebook instead of actually writing. I don't know where this comment is going except to say I feel sympathy with the perpetual chaos, both physical and mental. Melanie Bettinellihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12557248434888642114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2940375117370631601.post-84686456275548430272017-01-06T22:24:19.978-06:002017-01-06T22:24:19.978-06:00I like how you say "coming home." I call...I like how you say "coming home." I call it that too, though my homecoming was 13 years ago.<br /><br />I know what you mean about concentrating -- that mental "flow." I still crave a hit of it and try to get it once a week or so, but have gotten used to not getting it as often as I would like.bearinghttp://arlinghaus.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.com