I must admit that I read with some fascination the article in a recent New York Times about how bloggers are moving away from sending speedy dispatches and instead are turning to “slow blogging.” This wasn’t any news flash for me. In fact, slow blogging is the only kind I do.
My favorite spot to write them is my front porch, in tandem with the butterflies wisping over my keyboard, leaves pit-patting a rhythm down the sidewalk, and an occasional hand wave at a passing neighbor. When I’m late for an event, my daughters will attest that I have the fastest stride on the street. But otherwise, I try to slow down enough to actually notice my own thoughts and whether or not my husband has had a good day. I notice when a cold front comes in and like to pause long enough to hear what silence sounds like. My mantra is about slowing down, not speeding up.
So imagine my fascination when I read that one blogger was burning out from so many constant, rapid-fire postings that he finally started setting his blog to post automatically so he could take a lunch break! I can only guess the rate at which he eats lunch, drives or enjoys a sunset…
Since it looks like I’m inadvertently on the cutting edge of the slow blogging trend, I think I’ll stick around and enjoy it. Who knows – instead of my front porch, maybe I’ll really get crazy and blog in the neighborhood park. Meantime, I’ll savor every moment.
Pearls for Writers: Do you write at a leisurely pace and savor the process, or as if being chased by someone holding a whip? Do you notice any similarities between how you write and how you live your life?