Karl Miller Lugo

I was reading the blog post Is Your Blog the Unpopular Kid? by Andrea Bartz and Brenna Ehrlich and picturing my poor little blog in every paragraph. Granted, I didn't go into this expecting to become a full-time blogger or a blogosphere rock star, but I have to admit at being disappointed when not one of my posts would get comments. People were opening my links but NO ONE was commenting...even to say my blog sucks. Was I doing such a masterful job of covering every point to my topics that I was leaving nothing for others to comment? Perhaps; OK, not likely. 

As I considered creating my own blog, my early research told me to find a topic and stick to it. "Generalizing is not for the blogosphere," I was told. You have to specialize. And yet, I decide to do a blog about what strikes me on the day. I suppose a well-known personality is interesting enough to ramble about his day, but I shouldn't be so cocky as to think that's I.

Andrea and Brenna, your advice hit home. I'll try to do better but the fact is there are so many areas that interest me. I can't see myself writing about one thing. Perhaps I just need to get more creative and find a way to write about a lot of things but somehow weave it back into my one specialized topic.

You know, that's it. I just haven't been creative enough. With time and experience, I'll get better. Of course, the fact my high school English teacher told me I write like an attorney should have given me a clue that my creativity is not my strong suit. (Or maybe she was hinting I should go to law school, which I also didn't do.)

Maybe I'll write arguments about other people's blog posts, since I guess that's what my teacher was hinting to. Actually, I never asked her what she meant when she said that and to this day, I have no idea. I should call her.

OK, I'm rambling again. Let me go think about what I'm best at and write more about that.

Author's note: I did get my first comment this past week, but it was for a blog post someone else wrote that I linked to my blog. How sad...