I despise talking on telephones. My husband constantly asks me when I last talked to my dad. And if my daughters' didn't call about once a week, I would mostly likely rarely call them. When a dear friend I've only known on the internet called me for my birthday, I didn't know what to say. I hate talking. But I love expressing myself through words I've typed. And that's why I like blogging.
I enjoy blogging whether for my own blog, group blogs I belong on, or a blog tour. I like the ability to think about a topic and then write about it and post. It's like e-mail. I can write to someone or respond when I feel like it and have the added comfort of thinking about what I want to say.
Blogging gives me a resource to tap into the knowledge I acquire while writing my books and divulging it in small snippets to generate interest in my books. I enjoy reading others blogs for the same reasons. I like to learn new things. I’m a curious person, but I don’t like to ask questions. Blogs are like mini classes and workshops on a variety of topics.
Blogs aren't a place to write an autobiography. It should reveal snippets of a person's life without becoming a saga. Some blogs about historic people bore me if they go on and on and on. If I have to roll the scroll wheel on my mouse more than twice, I blast to the bottom and leave a generic comment on a blog. But that's me. I get tired of my daughters' phone conversation's 15 minutes in and they usually talk for 30- 45 minutes. The subject has to be something I'm completely absorbed in for me to keep reeling down a long post or listen intently for more than 15 minutes.
That's why I try to keep my posts on my own blog to about 500 words or less. I know I’m an impatient blog reader and I figure there are more out there like me. My guest author days are an exception though I've been known to cut the guests' bios or excerpts shorter than what they sent.