My poor blog has been neglected. Why? Because it’s hot outside. The closest I’ve come to cooking lately has been sitting in the car without air conditioning waiting for the person in the visor to hand over my bacon cheeseburger sans cheese (at Wendy’s you HAVE to order it that way – I don’t make this stuff up). Therefore, not a whole lot going on.
I thought about the reasons I started this blog. One was so I would have an archive of my favorite recipes, since a recipe box is a concept I cannot seem to grasp. Another was because I like to write. In college, I was only 2 courses shy of an English minor because of all the writing classes I took for fun. And less times than I’d like to admit every once and awhile, I actually write stuff that isn’t half bad.
So what’s a girl to do in the summer months when it’s too hot to cook but still wants to write every now and again? I feel like I have other stories to tell. Like how I’ve basically become an exhibitionist since moving to a house with practically no neighbors. Or just the random thoughts that go through my head as I lay awake at night, insomnia-laden, looking up at the stars. That kind of stuff really isn’t meant for a food blog though. I will never find an audience if I’m not targeted. But I’m also not going to find an audience when I’m barely writing.
Since I’ve started doing this, I’ve “met” other bloggers who knock my socks off. A few that have multiple blogs. I tip my hat to them. Especially all of these mommy bloggers. I don’t know how they find the time. They all deserve crowns. And vodka. The thought of running more than one blog is just too much for me, I think.
Basically I’m asking for some feedback here from the people that already frequent my kitchen. Would expanding my subject matter be blog suicide? Comments, thoughts and musings welcomed.
Man (or Woman) Does Not Live on Bread Alone
My poor blog has been neglected. Why? Because it’s hot outside. The closest I’ve come to cooking lately has been sitting in the car without air conditioning waiting for the person in the visor to hand over my bacon cheeseburger sans cheese (at Wendy’s you HAVE to order it that way – I don’t make this stuff up). Therefore, not a whole lot going on.
I thought about the reasons I started this blog. One was so I would have an archive of my favorite recipes, since a recipe box is a concept I cannot seem to grasp. Another was because I like to write. In college, I was only 2 courses shy of an English minor because of all the writing classes I took for fun. And less times than I’d like to admit every once and awhile, I actually write stuff that isn’t half bad.
So what’s a girl to do in the summer months when it’s too hot to cook but still wants to write every now and again? I feel like I have other stories to tell. Like how I’ve basically become an exhibitionist since moving to a house with practically no neighbors. Or just the random thoughts that go through my head as I lay awake at night, insomnia-laden, looking up at the stars. That kind of stuff really isn’t meant for a food blog though. I will never find an audience if I’m not targeted. But I’m also not going to find an audience when I’m barely writing.
Since I’ve started doing this, I’ve “met” other bloggers who knock my socks off. A few that have multiple blogs. I tip my hat to them. Especially all of these mommy bloggers. I don’t know how they find the time. They all deserve crowns. And vodka. The thought of running more than one blog is just too much for me, I think.
Basically I’m asking for some feedback here from the people that already frequent my kitchen. Would expanding my subject matter be blog suicide? Comments, thoughts and musings welcomed.