How’s my what?
I dropped into SLIS’s social event for December graduates last week (I’m not one, but some of my cohort are, and I wanted to say hi and goodbye). While mingling, someone asked me, “So how’s the blog doing?”
And I was all nonplussed. It was as though someone had asked after the health of my kitchen knife. It wasn’t a question that made any immediate sense to me.
I don’t have performance expectations relative to Caveat Lector. Nor do I have performance expectations of Caveat Lector relative to me. Well, perhaps I should say I don’t have positive performance expectations; there are certainly things I expect myself to avoid, and there are certain people and situations (yes, even job situations) I expect to avoid me because CavLec is advance warning of incompatibility.
But I don’t have must-write schedules for myself, except in the very loose sense that if I’m going to be gone for a while I’ll say so, just so that a few people in my inner circle who would otherwise worry, won’t. Nor do I consider CavLec somehow a failure if my reader counts don’t rise or I don’t drum up sufficient (however much that is) business with it.
CavLec is a scribblefest. I like to scribble, always have. But scribbling isn’t something I feel the need to pin to a bulletin board with a goal marked and a red-markered line snaking about. Maybe I’m strange that way, or maybe the non-blogging public has strange expectations of blogs. I dunno.
Just felt weird, that’s all.