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Want (Me) To Catch Up?

If I want to "catch-up" with my normative blogging rates (based on a quick overview of the numbers on this site, where I've been writing since 2006), I would need to write two posts a day for the entire month of December.

Not gonna happen.

But I do hope to write a few more entries than I have this past month. There are thoughts in my head that I want to share - some unfinished "Big Conversation" posts, an update or two on me and Jesus. Also my job dreams, and volunteering if I can figure out how to not cross the privacy lines, and then maybe even a funny story or two about boys.


I may also ask for your input on a few things, like:
what should I do with my life, job-wise? 
does anyone want to participate in some fun life-challenges with me?
and who wants to set me up with their mature-but-not-boring guy friends?


Here's the tiny little thing, though. I have realized that one of the reasons* I've been writing less is that I've been hearing less from my readers. Or at least it certainly feels that way (aside from you, Mom :D). So if I start to write more, I need to hear from you. Because a. I'm insecure and b. I want this blog to be a place for conversation, not just a bulletin board of my life.

So let's chat.


*I'm in no way blaming y'all for my relative silence. Just letting you know that I feel more excited to write if I know people will engage with me, either on the blog or elsewhere.

Comments

  1. I've always wanted to leave comments, but I often read posts via my phone and they never seem to post so I give up on them....

    But your ideas are great! I've been blog stalking for quite some time :P

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  2. Beth! Its about time I left a comment on here: I love your blog!! I definitely read it, but havent taken the time to leave a comment. Love the idea to have it as a conversational platform.

    Oh fun, I'd be up for some fun life-challenges (albeit from across the country...will that work?). And, Im at that stage of figuring out the job aspect of life, so can totally jump in as I can. Looking forward to it!

    Keep up the good posts and give Karen a huge hug for me!

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  4. oh dear, somehow I posted twice and cant figure out how to delete the first one. Im a wordpress kind of gal...
    oops. sorry.

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  5. I'll be honest, I frequently don't comment on your posts (even though I want to) because the captcha is really hard to get through--especially on devices, which I usually read on. I bet if you got rid of that, you'd see your comments go up.

    Well, off to make an attempt now... Better copy this just in case it disappears in the process... :)

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  6. WRITE MORE...DON'T STOP

    I read EVERY blog posting you make
    I wait anxiously for EVERY blog posting you make.
    I check your blog EVERY couple of days

    SO there!

    LOVE YOU!!!

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  7. Friends,

    Thank you all! This is exactly what I needed (wanted) to know... I didn't realize about the captchas. I've taken them off for now, but if I get many spam, I may need to add them back...

    Yay! Can't wait for a great month of convos and comments :)

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  8. Woohoo! Another option I think Blogger has is to moderate/approve comments before they're visible... Although I guess you'd get an email anytime spam showed up, and that's just as annoying. Here's hoping for no spam.

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