Today call me curious. Not as in George, although he sure is AWESOME in those books. And possibly in the Will Ferrell movie, which I didn’t see but am assuming was decent because it received 69% on Rotten Tomatoes. And even though that’ll earn you a D+ in calculus, in Rotten Tomatoes-world, that’s Certified Fresh.
Not that I judge all movies by their Rotten Tomatoes ratings. But I do tend to consult the number at some point either before or after seeing a movie. And I’ll admit there may be a tinge of judging that accompanies the score.
But I’m already sliding off topic here. Which is nothing new for me. And that’s part of what I planned to address in this post in the first place.
Yes, my real goal for today was to get all personal up in here and ask you this:
How long does it take you to write a blog post?
To friends and family who are visiting only out of loyalty and who have no actual interest in blogging outside of By Any Other Name and possibly not even much interest in By Any Other Name but who steadfastly read because you know I know where you live? My apologies. You’re excused.
But to my blogging people.
I’m asking for genuine feedback because I’m worried I might be a pinch off the charts. In fact I’m beginning to think that perhaps I should reign myself in. A bit. Or maybe more.
For example, if we were pinning the tail on a “how long do you take to write a post” donkey, I’d stick the little fellow somewhere between the buck teeth and forever. Or if we were, let’s say, pinning a banana to Curious George, I’d probably end up shoving it (peel and all) in a place where it does not belong.
Like his ear. Maybe.
Although now that I’m proofreading this, I can’t help wondering who came up with the concept of blindfolding children then asking them to pin anything anywhere in the first place. The whole concept seems kind of cruel. Not to mention potentially violent. And why a donkey anyway? The poor animal is already nicknamed an ass. Or is that a mule? And which one did Sister Sara need? And how many exactly? And why wasn’t one sufficient?
I’m hoping you’ll be willing to share your time-constraints with me honestly, although I’m certain your answers will vary. Between each other and even yourselves on different days.
I mean obviously a post in which you feature an adorable picture of a sticky-faced child hurtling toward you down a playground slide with the caption “Look who didn’t pee this time!” will take fewer hours than the screed produced on the event of your One Year Blogoversary. Which is an amazing achievement and would clearly take time to do justice. And maybe there’d be cake or balloons or streamers or fireworks or some such accoutrements. You’d have to allow for extra time to complete such a post. Right?
You could give me an average estimate. Or the median. Or mode. (Is that right, math majors? And also, calculus? Really?)
Or you could offer a breakdown of times for different categories of posts, memes, vlogs, and the like. (Which is an underused phrase in my opinion.)
Or you could just say, “Congratulations on reaching the One Year Mark on your blog, Julie.”
Because I did. Reach the One Year Mark, that is.
A part of me feels I haven’t earned the right to celebrate. Why? You might ask. Or maybe you don’t care, but I’ll answer the question anyway.
You see, it takes me so long to pin those damn tails and/or bananas on whatever party animals have shown up on my closet door that I’ve only managed to publish something in the neighborhood of sixty posts.
That’s barely two month’s-worth of blogging for you Daily Doers.
And this is why I need your help. I’d appreciate your advice on productivity, on time-management, on basic blogging sanity.
No balloons. No cake. No streamers. And please please please no fireworks.
They’re illegal in California.
And also, they scare the donkey.