Blog Reflection #4

My Diary

Every now and then, I have the urge to write about my blogging experience. The spirit moves me, and I can’t even finished getting dressed, and write while half-naked. Does this ever happen to you?

I’m thinking about a comment I made earlier this week. The comment out of context will not make any sense to you. I’ll paraphrase the emotion behind it instead. I thought simply that the blogosphere is not real life. It can’t pay my bills and do practical things like get me a job. I’ll just keep talking like that because maybe I’ll just land one that way. A new approach.

Yet for it being virtual and for not really knowing every aspect of your lives, dear readers, blogging friends, what you say matters to me. Hopefully, what I say matters to you. And, it is, indeed, personal. We share parts of ourselves, deep emotions, experiences, hopes, dreams, failings…all out in the open for all to read and access. But, I’ve become aware that I share a sliver of myself with you, maybe only the part that I want you to see. It’s easy to do. We all can make ourselves into whatever we’d like here.

I’ve come to enjoy the honest posts that reveal something personal about a blogger, maybe a recent discovery or a remembrance of a past experience, things that make me delve deeper into my own personal narrative. What do I reveal, I ask myself? After reading a such a post, I wonder if I could be so bold, or do I need to create another blog? I could anonymous….hey, I may have already created it. I could spout things that might make my readers uncomfortable, write things that are controversial. I could really piss you off, and you wouldn’t even know who it was that was pissing you off. Would the writing lose some of its value then?

Typically, I write on a whim. Possibly, I may have a couple of posts planned that I’d like to write, but then an idea will come in between them and I will write that one instead. That said, I don’t give a lot of consideration for necessarily how I’m presenting myself, of how I’m branding myself. I guess that could be construed by what I’m writing then…but what then, if I’m not paying attention to that. You will decide for yourself if I don’t tell what you what I am. Do I care? Should I care if all I’m doing is wanting to create and share pieces of writing with you?

An anonymous blog full of secrets would be like stumbling on a diary of sorts. What then is the difference? The writer is the only who sees the diary, supposedly. Of course, there’s always fiction. You can write whatever you like then, because even if it is true you can disguise it as fiction. But is it blogging that is the the new fiction, where the stories people tell truthful, but the writer, sometimes anonymous, therefore, possibly fictional? I mean, of course, they’re real people. I’m not losing my mind here.

Do my random thoughts make any sense? Have I at least given you something to ponder this holiday season? This is post #95. It would have made more sense to do some grand reflection for post #100.

I used to keep a diary for as long as I remember. In my first diary, I had very little space to write. I would write things like: Dear Diary, School today. Went swimming. Ate pizza. At the very least, I think this is better than that!

Peace out,

The Bumble Files

P.S. This is not at all the post I was supposed to do today.

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Blog Reflection #3

Honestly blogging friends, I never thought I would have a blog. It was my husband who made the suggestion. Why do I need a stupid blog, I said to him. And then, I went to a job interview with an employment agency for kicks, and the recruiter said to me off the record, “You want to write and you don’t have a blog?” It was like hearing it for the first time…sorry honey. Well, of course, that’s what I need to do…a blog! So, there you have my blogging roots.

This writing is Post #62. The number is not important except that you may consider this to be a random reflection. Only it isn’t. I only pause to  reflect when I feel I have something worthwhile to share with you, dear readers. What is held steady since my last reflection is my admiration of my fellow bloggers. In fact, I feel enamored of you and continue to feel inspired by you on a daily basis.

Personally, my own blog has become a mish-mash of ideas. In my quest to write about the mysteries of life, I’ve allowed myself to write anything I fancy.  The more I think about it and the deeper in I get into this blog, the more appropriate the name “The Bumble Files” has become. You know those people who choose a path in life, follow it, achieve wild success, and never look back. That’s never been me. I have trouble getting on the path, you see. So, The Bumble Files, really what better name to reflect my life thus far.

Lately, I’ve experienced a real sense of community in my blogging world. I’ve felt this immensely when I stumbled upon a certain Blogroll Contest. I’d never heard of a blogroll contest. I’ve never even had a blogroll for my own blog. Who would have a contest? Why would a blogger want to be on this blogger’s blog? Who could pull this off? Who would have the prestige? The gumption? The bravado?

I’ll tell you who…It’s Le Clown over at A Clown on Fire (also L’Eric). Let me tell you, Le Clown has it going on over at his blog. With the partnership of his lovely wife, the Ringmistress (Laments and Lullabies), his Blogroll Contest was a smashing success. I’ve never experienced anything like it.

Bloggers fully committed themselves, their Labor Day weekend hijacked (for Americans), and they stretched their creative muscle. He pushed his followers to a new blogging capacity. It was intoxicating, and I was entranced. Le Clown was handing out clown noses and points, responding to thousands of comments. I could hear the laughing, the applause, the music, the horns honking and blowing…the excitement, the fervor. You think I’ve lost it? It was magic, I tell you. Pure, blogging magic. I wanted my own little bottle of it. I thought to myself, this is what blogging is all about.

So, I followed Le Clown on the spot. He’s personable, witty, and happens to be quite, well…magnificent, Le Clown. In the process of this blogroll contest, I met many wonderful bloggers. Not surprisingly, Le Clown was recently Freshly Pressed (I knew he would be) in his post spotlighting the Bloggers for Movember, an online campaign to raise for money/awareness for prostate cancer. He continues be involved in great things.

I will continue to bumble along…Occasionally, I’ll have an episode of manic writing where I feel all is right with the world and I’ve come up with something meaningful. I might have a sudden burst of energy and stay up later than I probably should, and then, I’ll hit the publish button. I’ll wake the next day with what I refer to as a Blogging Hangover…that moment when I  first wake up and think, “Did I really say that? Did I really put that post out there?” Oh, but dear readers, you are always supportive and encouraging, and I thank you.

Until next time,

The Bumble Files

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Blog Reflection #1

I will admit that I wasn’t sure exactly what I would be writing about in a personal blog. The more I write, the more this seems to be true. That’s fine with me though. I call that the creative process, sometimes painful, albeit always enlightening.

Anyway, I thought about changing my “About” page, and then I thought since a couple of bloggers liked it as is, it wouldn’t be really honest or fair to change it on them. And, hey, big thanks to those who like me! Thank you, thank you. I feel reassured.

On thinking about the “About,” I thought it might make more sense to reflect on it here it my new section, “Blog Reflection.”  And, hence, the #1, as I may be reflecting at some point in the future.  I feel the “About” is a bit daunting. What it is about me is fluid, always changing, learning and growing. And, as far as the writing goes, well, some days I may have a different view, have a new way to say it, a better way to say it, want to explore a brand new topic that’s maybe not indicated in my “About” page. Fluid, as I said.

This “Reflection” idea came from an earlier experience I had when I was student teaching. At the end of each day in the classroom, we were to reflect on our day’s experience and write, well, a reflection. It could be about how you thought the day went, what you might improve, what went well, what went horrible, you get the idea. I was seven months pregnant at the time  and usually was exhausted. I played along and tried to seriously reflect, but really all I wanted to say was, “I’m tired today. These kids don’t like me. They’re mean. I thought third graders were supposed to be sweet and nice. And, give me a math book for crying out loud. How can I teach without a math book?”

So, see I rambled and diverted from my subject, which I think is perfectly allowed in a personal blog. I can do whatever I want here, right? So, now, you have the backstory on my reflection idea. I may reflect to really communicate to you, my precious followers, or just to ramble. It’s good to do that, too. You know, bumble around.

So, back to my blog, not because it is so important. Actually, I’m delighted and amazed at all the wonderful blogs I’ve stumbled upon in the last few weeks. I wonder why I put forth any effort at all. Others do it so well, are so funny, and remarkably poised. Still, it feels wonderful to “publish,” even if it may be only a presentable published draft. It feels great to publish a piece that you put some thought into. As I have been a stay-at-home mom for almost nine years now, with a few part-time jobs here and there, it feels great to rub two brain cells together again. Not that raising two delightful boys doesn’t take normal brain functioning, that’s not it. Stay-at-home moms know preciously what I’m talking about. I know I don’t even need to explain this, do I?

As far as my published posts go thus far, this will be Post #10. Yes! I’ve dabbled a bit in fiction as that is where the wind has taken me. I’m writing about aliens, something I never thought I would do. I will admit it’s a freeing sort of feeling to explore and stretch my creative muscle when I’m not so desperately attached to the subject. I see it more as exploring the human condition. In any case, if you would like to read my fiction, look under the “Aliens” heading. In the near future, I will organize this better. In the meantime, these fictional posts may seem like loosely random pieces of writing. But, I promise you, they are held together by a mysterious force!

Coming up next….I have no idea. I plan to continue my dabbling and hope that whatever I write, it provides some meaning and pleasure to your day. Until next time.

The Bumble Files