So it turns out that I’m not much of a blogger. I’m more of the information hunter-gatherer type; I scour the web, rooting out treasures here and there, but not making time to post anything of my own.
A friend once described people as either transmitters or receivers. You know those people that you can’t get a word in edgewise with? You stand there, your eyes glazing over, as you are pelted by a non-stop stream of blather, silently wishing that you could just scream out, “Will you please just SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY?” These are transmitters. My daughter, who I love dearly, is a transmitter. Some days I feel as if I might bleed from the ears because she will not stop talking.
But I’m talking about internet transmitters. I know people who have MULTIPLE blogs, several of which they update EVERY DAY, or something close to it. And they can type up PAGES and PAGES of stuff every day. WTF? Who has TIME for that?
Me, I’m more of a receiver. Sure, I’ll have a conversation with you and all, but when it comes to the internet, I’m a receiver. I want information. Knowledge. FACTS.
I used to blame my lack of blogging on not having a blog, but handily, DH provided me with a blog that only served to prove that not having a blog was NOT the problem.