My daughter, ever the pragmatist, convinced me to start this thing people
call blogging so I would stop talking to myself. I found it humorous given
that is what I always thought I was doing when I was talking to her. I like
to tell stories. I prefer that they have a grain of truth in them, but that
is hardly a requirement. So I don't try very hard, but tend to put
something down when there is a story to tell of some kind. And that was
true long before blogs came along. I don't really go looking all that much,
but I liked what you called yours so I stop in from time to time. Like any
form of conversation, people make of these things what they want to make of
it. Some people want to talk about politics and some want to talk about
knitting or their cat. To me that is what a conversation has always been
and always will be. Some people like to put everything in a box. To that
fellah you reference here I say good luck trying to keep this thing in a
box.
It was easier to blog when I started. As I said on my blog, I was running
out of blog material so I'm mining my other writing. I like the little
group I've found, those of us who routinely read each other's blogs and
comment. Still, I imagine there are plenty who started and who've dropped
off. Come to think of it, there are several from this original group.
As we've discussed and as Paula mentioned, we have certainly seen some
evidence to support the writer's thesis. He takes it too far when he says
that The ones left are the big alpha bloggers, well suited to the harsh
-- and fickle -- web environment. Said alphas have learned how to make
money from their wordslinging, transforming what was once a very grassroots
medium into something much more commercial. The pleasure bloggers just
didn't have the genes, nor the capitalistic instincts, to survive.