
I won’t claim I’m an expert blogger. I did that “31 days to a better blog” thing from Problogger last year, and there’s a bunch of stuff I couldn’t bring myself to do. I know, I know, be informative and useful, make bullet points and lists, chat up my product in an integrative way…
Yeah, screw that. If you’re here, you already know that my informing you is as laborious for you to read as it is for me to write. Unless it’s really entertaining or you’re entertained by rants, how about we just have a good time? Yeah? I’m good with that, too.
This isn’t to say that I don’t plan blogs. I’m just gradually going back to my old intuitive/slightly messy approach. Beginning with the magazine stack, and the flags.
The only real reason I still subscribe to Lucky magazine is that little sticker of flags in every issue1 . I use them on all my magazines and catalogs. Sometimes I have a pen in hand as I scratch out my ideas, especially for Fat Chic. Other times, when I run out of flags, I use post-its and lots of them. I flip through the magazines, looking for things I want to write about. Sometimes the time for comment has passed. Sometimes I have no idea what I was thinking at all when I marked something off. Sometimes, the best times, I notice something new and can pound off on a new direction. I’ve only just started applying this process to Magickal Realism blog – most of the time for this blog, I surf my own flickr photos for something interesting to share. My visitors are a visual lot: most of you get here via Google image search, after all.
I also blog ahead a lot. All those posts right up to January? I wrote those between August and September. Right now I’m a bit more current – I’m trying to slow down and sniff the perfumed pictures a little bit more. I also want to cook, garden, create, maybe sell a lot – and find a unique voice for this blog as I have for my other ones.
Ultimately, I want to give you all a chance to get to know me better. It’s not intentional, but I’m a challenging person. I don’t fit neatly into categories, and I’m noticing that neither does this blog. I’m working through the most difficult book I will ever write, and Fat Chic is going through one of its hardest phases2 so I’m going to be hanging out here a little bit, in hopes that perfuming for this phase will be the fun area of my life.
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