As I was writing last night I noted it was my two hundredth blog post. It's just under two years since I started my blog, so that's an average of two posts a week. I'm astonished. As I've noted before, I've spent most of my non-working life avoiding writing. The work I've done has always involved writing - but that's writing with a particular purpose; to a formula. Except for a few sporadic efforts to keep a diary, usually lasting a matter of weeks at the most, I've never before written for pleasure. I wonder what makes blogging different... having an audience, however small? Receiving comments and feedback? Being able to integrate photos? Not needing to write long, sustained pieces?
Of the posts I've labeled, roughly a third are about knitting and around 15% are about travel - broadly defined, as I've included such trips as that to Wollongong for the Knitters' Camp under the label 'travel'. After that, posts are roughly equally distributed among a range of topics - such things as films, Sydney, family, books and home - this last growing rapidly as I'm blogging about renovations. Pretty much a reflection of my life, once you take work out of it.
For some time I've been hearing comments here and there from bloggers that they're losing interest in blogging. I guess this is inevitable with greater choice among forms of social networking. But I'm still interested and engaged by the medium, so I'll still be blogging for a while to come.