Out of ideas

Aphra, who is very interesting, did this meme a few weeks ago, and I copied it, and then left it to rot while I waltzed off about my ditzy business. I do keep doing that, don’t I? Tsk. In the spirit of using memes to force me to write something, anything, and just try and edge back into the blogosphere again, I have scraped off the carpet-fluff and resurrected it.

1. Do you promote your blog?

Err. No. I did a little lepping about like a cricket when I first started it, waving it at friendly people and no doubt scaring them off, but now I and my blog lurk, lurkily, in the internet undergrowth and stay very very quiet.

2. How often do you check hits?

Check hits? You can do that? No, wait, I have an admin link somewhere… (pause, in which she asks her husband where the link is, dammit)… Hmmm. Gone down a bit since March. Comes of not saying anything very interesting. Or anything at all.

3. Do you stick to one topic?

Technically, I talk about writing. Technically. Was point of blog. Well, that went sadly to pot, didn’t it?

4. Who knows that you have a blog?

You. Some internet friends. A very few real-life friends, some of whom know I have a blog but don’t read it, which puts them in the somewhat surreal category of knowing of but not knowing. I think I’d really rather not deal with my family reading this, as they – oh Lord! – adopt the default position of ‘everything Reed does is laughably cute and silly’. I can’t be having with it. I certainly can’t be having with being ordered to write a story about thing Auntie Basket did and also, how dare I say my family is insane on the actual Internet?

5. How many blogs do you read?

A dozen or so regularly, dozens and dozens irregularly. But I am a bad bad naughty bad kitten, who does not read and comment nearly enough. And I read a bazillion times more than I comment. I do not think it is any excuse at all, nor does it make me all sweet and pitiful, if I say I don’t comment because I am appallingly shy and self-conscious and rather worried I’ll make everyone hate me. I mean, how old am I, twelve?

6. Are you a fast reader?

Hoo, boy, yes indeedy.

7. Do you customise your blog or do anything technical?

You must be joking. I married a web developer for a reason.

8. Do you blog anonymously?

Yes. No. Yes. Maybe. Yes, Reed is a pseudonym. But some of you out there know where I live.

9. To what extent do you censor yourself?

Now this is an interesting one. I am trying to remain vaguely anonymous, so I foofle exact details of real people and places (except Waterloo station, which is unfoofle-able). On the other hand, I started blogging to get over a somewhat crippling habit of self-consciousness. Any of you who have heard me opine, loudly, on anything at all, in real life, have been privileged. I am actually terrified of boring or irritating people, especially as when I let the brakes off my brain just hot-wires my mouth and streaks rattling off into the hills. I tend to stay very quiet unless I really like the people and/or am drunk. I have to prove to myself that I am not boring everyone to tears. So I end up censoring myself incase I am boring on the very blog I started to get over the censoring thing and prove I wasn’t boring. Oops

10. The best thing about blogging?

Cripes. I don’t think I know yet. It depends on how bored you are.

Aphra said: ‘This seems to be a self-tagging MeMe, so feel free to post about YouYou. If you link to me, I will certainly read it’. I concur.

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