I said that I neglect my blogs because if I write or imagine something worthy of a book, I save it for a book. And if it’s not serious enough to keep, I put it on Facebook.
Eventually, nothing gets blogged, because FB posts are so much easier to write than blog entries. On a social network, you’re connected to the readers somehow. Sometimes you tell people “how the hell do we know each other”, but there’s always something — even a friend of a friend of someone whose comment you liked shares a sliver of your experience.
And you’re sort of insulated by your own feed providing background and context for the stupid shit you’re talking about at the moment. A blog entry, on the other hand, will show up in Google searches like a magazine article or a literary citation. There’s no assumed familiarity, no evident continuity — a blog post has to stand on its own, and be worth reading.
Blogs are also pains in the butt for requiring bits of technical maintenance and housekeeping. I broke friscodelrosario dot net by enabling commentbots to run unabated. This is dot space, because I have to cover this WNBA season. With dot net broken, chess content goes here, too. And I thought to share some total crap here, too, to spare myself from overthinking whether a couple paragraphs are worthy of blogging.