Y’all, blogging is dead. I wish it wasn’t, but it just is. Unless you’re a brand or the seller of wares/goods/services or a selected few of the OGs, ie Wil Wheaton, The Bloggess, The Pioneer Woman, blahdiddy, blah, blah.
It used to be this fun and cool way to make friends and influence people, but that course done been run. I made a lot of friends (for me), a solid core of lovelies that I have mostly met, or definitely would meet should the opportunity arise.
My Feedly is almost always empty, which creates cascades of sads, but what you gonna do? We’re all together riding this crazy train pell-mell into the future, every second something newer and bigger and brighter and more fucking work.
I can’t abide Twitter (junior high in the caf flashbacks), Snapchat is the dumbest thing ever unless you’re young (erase your drugged out/drunken party fouls in 24 short hours) or fame-ish (erase sub par, off the cuff content in 24 short hours) and Facebook makes my blood pressure spike on the reg (politics, religion, motivational quotes, oh my).
I find myself wanting to connect and resigning myself to Facebook (blocking feeds left and right) and feeling completely unexpressed and unfulfilled. What’s a girl to do?
I do love the Instagram, so there’s always that. But now’s there’s the List App (if you have an iPhone(for now anyway)). I super duper industrial strength love lists. Who doesn’t? Short(for your attention span), neatly organized(for your desire for order) and potentially educational/inspirational/entertaining(for your brain). BJ Novak (full on revolutionary) created it and you should get it now and friend me so I can learn/be inspired/entertained by you.
Forget about NaNoWriMo or NaNoBloMo this year, I’m going for NaNoListMo. Listing errday in the month of Nov. My bday month, f your i’s. Gifts not expected, but mos def appreciated. Virtual or real, but preferably accompanied by Cadbury mini eggs or a least about the best places to obtain them off-season. Get listing, y’all.
Wonderishmama on Insta and List App.