Thursday, September 15, 2016
I suspect there are far fewer people blogging, at least in the old sense of writing often for an autonomous site, with the goal of inducing as many readers as possible to follow each consecutive post.
And that's because of course there are far fewer readers who follow specific blogs. While some bloggers have gone on by affiliating with media sites, most I suspect have transitioned to Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. Social media is The Thing, and it drive out everything else.
I sometimes try to make myself care. I suppose it is possible to enhance reader access by using social media to alert readers to posts, or maybe I could get over my extreme distaste for the aesthetics of the Facebook page and post there. Assuming I could get used to the ever-changing nature of the site, and it's chaotic and privacy-threatening features.
Somehow I've taken to writing in this format. I've been working for years on book projects, and have recently found I can complete chapters for a projected Soul of Star Trek book by preparing them as posts for my blog, Soul of Star Trek.
So I'm basically not going to mess with that. Maybe later I'll do something different in addition. If there is a later.
But for now, I'm content to work within existing parameters. As a writer you learn not to mess with what's working.
I have a small cadre of known regular readers for my Dreaming Up Daily blog, and at least until the election I'm content to sound off for them. There are many more hits registered for Soul of Star Trek but I don't know about actual readers. I suspect my recent posts aren't being read, but that's okay. I'm doing them to do them, finally, and let them go. (Although the goal is still a book, even if I wind up publishing it through google or whatever, and once again cast something to the wind.)
So...here it is, here am I, September 2016. I'm needing to fill the hummingbird feeders more frequently now, though I'm seeing only one hummer, a delicate slim small green one. In past years there's been at least two, usually three, and sometimes four. There are hummers around all year now (and may always have been) but they come to the feeders in late summer through mid February. Other times I see them in the front yard more than in the back. Plenty of flowers they like in both places.
Now it's getting cooler, especially at night. This year we had a good crop of tomatoes--cherry tomato size though different varieties--and blueberries on several bushes back and front, and some but not many strawberries.
I can see Toby's pear trees next door are bearing a lot of fruit, so far unpicked. I don't think the people who live there now are relatives, but it seems the family still owns the place. Toby's trees have outlived him, and so his memory stays alive, at least here. We got some pears from our little tree, but the little apple tree, while it yields full sized apples, doesn't produce many edible ones. Never has.
Pema the cat is hanging out next to me now as I write this. We've spent a lot of time and attention on her health for several months now, but that's another post in itself. At the moment she's good, sort of.
Okay, I'm going to throw in a few random photos I've taken this summer into this post. With the rise of Instagram and the phone cameras, people are altering their photos with filters etc. until reality is unrecognizable. I don't know what I think about that, except for two things: (1) once again I'm not taking the time, trouble and expense of doing such, and (2) I tend not to look at photos that appear to be excessively manipulated. Because, what am I looking at? I've noticed this especially with photos taken during eclipses, Super Moons and meteor showers, etc. They're often unbelievable. So what's the point?