I've been doing this blogging thing for a little more than five years now and if there's one thing I have not figured out, it's how to determine what's going to constitute a good post.
I come up with a post idea in my head and it sounds great. I type it up and I read through it and it comes off as the kind of extreme that I'm aiming to achieve be it highly humorous or rage inciting or emotionally edgy. Whatever.
Then I hit "submit" and zilch.
However, there are many posts that I consider to be not so great. Topics I want to write about and feel the need to post about, but, when I finally write it up, I hate how it sounds. And yet, it is so well received, you'd swear I was gunning for the webby equivalent of a Pulitzer.
This happened with my anniversary dedication to my wife. I really wanted to write something because, well, it was our ninth anniversary and I love my wife and I wanted to let the world know how I felt. But I just could not find the words to express it. In the end, I typed something right off the top of my head and I hated it. I really thought I could do better.
And everyone loved it. Commenters on the blog, commenters on Facebook... hell, my mother-in-law told me it made her cry.
So, um, what gives?
Has anyone figured out this crazy little thing called blogging?
When someone tells you that something is not one way, the assumption is that it's the other way, right?
For example, if someone says that something is not good and doesn't specify any further, then it's bad, isn't it?
I was listening to the radio on the way home from work tonight when a new song by the Old 97s called "Champaign, Illinois" came on. The chorus of the song is "You will not go to Heaven; you'll go to Champaign, Illinois."
In my mind, that means that so far as Rhett Miller is concerned, Champaign is the equivalent of Hell. It seems like a totally viable assumption to me.
So I guess I can add Champaign to a growing list of places I should stay away from in order to protect my mortal soul. This list also includes the entire state of Iowa if Kevin Costner's response to Ray Liotta in Field of Dreams follows the same logic.
Liotta: "Is this Heaven?"
Costner: "No, it's Iowa."
Think of it in mathematical terms if you must... Iowa does not equal Heaven, ergo Iowa equals Hell.
Hey, I'm just the messenger here.
Oh, and somehow I doubt this little TUA will wind up as one of my more well-received posts. Heh.