Well, after probably 4 years and almost 500 posts my site got hacked. I never thought it would actually happen. After all, no one really READS the blog very much! Why bother?!? I can understand the computer fishers trying to generate links to other blogs/sites by posting fake comments on my site, they get paid for that. And the Spambot handles those very nicely. But a hacker? Why? There just doesn’t seem to be any profit or motive behind it!
Unless the profit was to cost me money as it took hours for my Webmaster to fix it and, of course, he’s got to bill me for that time. And, of course, I’m sooooo made of money.
Hahahahahahaha….. that line just cracks me up.
So for a while there I didn’t post any new blogs. I just couldn’t manage to find the desire to write. Suddenly it was work and not a joy. I started it to store my stories and get the out of my system the need to be recognized for my interesting opinions and ironic take of all the hilarity surrounding me of kids, life & men.
But it succeeded too much. It seemed to replace the Muse’s need to write an actual book. Which was most likely necessary as to write an actual book you have to submerge yourself into the characters and the world and my life is so busy juggling kids, work, house & men that submersion means something is going to get ignored. And it usually means that a large part of all of it will get only surface attention. So I’ve been using the blog for that.
But the other day as I was on a date with a complete stranger and was “wowing” him with my personality I had a bit of an epiphany. It was the sharing of me with the world that made me most happy. And seeing how my humor brought smiles and sometimes “I never thought of it that way” looks to people’s eyes that brought my soul such a sense of “feet on solid ground” this is where I am my truest self.
The blog is a sharing. But there is no feedback to it. People SAY they read it, but if they do it’s sporadically and really I have no idea if they liked it, chuckled, agreed, disagreed. Nada. So most often if feels like a useless endeavor.
And right now I have too much “going nowhere” stuff cluttering my life. No, I’m not stopping completely, but I won’t be posting as much. The amusing point to me is I’m probably telling, oh, three people maybe. lol