Is Blogging Dead?
As I was watching the movie Julie & Julia about the woman that started a blog and ended up with a book and a movie deal I don’t mind telling you that bitterness was on my mind’s menu. I have been blogging since 2006 and I can tell you that no one has approached me to compile my efforts into a book or to make any of my writings into a movie. So as I approach the fourth anniversary of blogging and my website I have to wonder, “Is blogging dead?” – Don’t Get Me Started!
When I started blogging most blogs were about technical matters – how to create an ip address (though I claim to be a bitechual because I like electronic gadgets I have no idea what this means) or blogs about creating a mutual fund. Another category was celebrity gossip and news (think Pink Is The New Blog and TMZ). And of course blogs that featured porn. When I began I was sure that my pithy humorous takes on life would garner me thousands of hits every day and eventually a contract to just sit in my pajamas posting my blogs while corporate sponsors showered me with cash and gifts in between my appearances on the Rosie O’Donnell show and having segments on Good Morning America. I’m still waiting.
After a year or so at the urging of my mother and others I was told that written blogs were dead. So while I still posted five written blogs a week I started doing video blogs. Now I was not only on my own website but I was on YouTube so no doubt Entertainment Tonight would soon have me on the red carpet interviewing celebs and doing eye rolls into the camera as they left me to talk to the next celeb interviewer. As I watched videos with cats that played the piano go viral racking up millions of hits with a guest spot on Letterman, I didn’t get a viral hit, just got sick and have limped along with my small but devoted fan base (to whom I’m grateful to have, believe me) of about a hundred or so.
When Facebook came out I put up a “fan” page on it to my website as people assured me this would be the “tipping point” for my blog and that thousands of people would sign up to see the postings on it. After about a year of that I have reached the legendary status of 23 people who “like” it (in the new Facebook vernacular this means that’s how many people signed up to it).
Then Twitter came into existence and I have to say that my jaded tendencies finally got the better of me. Was I really now going to start sending 140 characters out to the world on a regular basis as well as everything else? But more to the point could I take the rejection that I would be doing it for the possible six people who would “follow” me as opposed to the hundreds of thousands that follow such non-celebs as say Nadya Crazy-With-A-Billion-Children Suleman? The answer is no, I couldn’t do it.
So here I sit with all of the above listed forays into the world of Internet fame and fortune and after four years nothing to show for it and more to the point feeling as though in the last four years blogging has gotten to the point that unless you’re on the Huffington Post acting like a journalist or appearing on The Joy Behar Show with the title “Social Commentator” on the screen across your chest you’re really just writing and creating videos that go out into what has become the World Wide Waste Of Time.
Do I think I’m the gay equivalent to a modern day Erma Bombeck? You bet. Do I think my work is better than that moron Perez Hilton who draws cum shots on celebrities, outs gays and then gets booked on CNN as a supposed, “Gay Groundbreaker” puke – yes. But just like the actor who doesn’t speak up on stage, I’m what I like to call “dying with my secret.” And what’s more, I’m not convinced that the entire blogging community hasn’t become so saturated that it’s cancelled itself out of useful or even humorous existence. So what’s next? I’ll be honest, I don’t know. With well over 800 blogs, essays and close to 80 videos on YouTube I’m still the Greatest Never Was Been That’s Ever Been.
Although this has seemed like some major whining I can assure you that I still have hope. I still believe that as the true human embodiment of Peter Pan, somewhere there’s a Tinkerbell to drink the poison to save my blogging life and give me some fairy dust to make this fairy fly (as long as I can think lovely thoughts). Still, do I continue writing into the void? Or perhaps take time off from the daily unpaid grind to actually try to write the great Amerigay novel or screenplay? If you’re reading this you may have read other entries of mine (or not) so if you’re a network executive or publisher sign me up or give some much needed advice. In fact even if you’re not someone who will give me a major deal I want to hear your opinion. What should I do next or should I just go back to my garden variety gay existence of work, a spouse of twenty-one years and two cats named for musical theatre characters and allow the world to continue on without my commentary? Feel free to shower me with praise, cash and prizes, comments about me going to hell for being a homosexual or anything else and help me try to answer the question of not only what I should do next but what about the other billion bloggers out there? Is blogging dead? – Don’t Get Me Started!
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