I recently read of another blog that’s going to be published as a book. I’m not sure if the fellow was soliciting to publishers or if the publisher made him an offer (I’m pretty sure it’s the latter), but it does give one pause.
I will state right now that I never started this blog (four years ago last month!) with anything other than a way to keep up with the little things in life, and didn’t then nor do I now believe it’s anything more than that. There may be a post or two that could, with minor
modifications, be reprinted in a magazine, or as part of a book (how-to or memoir), but most of it is just a bit of self-centered nattering about my favorite subjects – the critters, the farm, the garden, and the work to keep all of it going.
But, that said, it does make me think a bit about it all. Like many bloggers (and non-bloggers) I follow a dozen or so blogs from fellow bloggers. Usually with similar interests (small farms and/or livestock) or things I’m interested in (cooking), but it’s a fun way to see what others of like minds are up to. There’s Bliss, a fellow dog (Rottweiler) person, whose Blabs are always entertaining and often thought provoking. Or Emily in the UK, an apprentice beekeeper who puts my beekeeping practices to shame. Another is Donna, a fellow Shetland shepherd and mentor, whose ram, Jocko, sired my two ewes’ twin lambs (four lambs total) last year. And there’s Michelle, another shepherd nearby whose posts are always informative and there’s generally lively discussion on the comments, too. There are another half dozen or more I read regularly, plus the random blogs I catch here and there. I’ve learned from other blogs, made recipes posted on them, and admire these other bloggers.
I learned of this latest blog to book deal via the host for my blog, WordPress, touting the blog and the deal. I went to read it, with it’s romantic sounding name, and left feeling a little deflated (but not defeated!). It’s another of those stories that make me feel envious, that my life is dull and I have no sense of adventure. It’s written by an ex-pat living in New Zealand with his partner/husband, and the stories revolving around the 20 acres they purchased where they raise chickens, pigs, sheep and olive trees, and even bottle the olive oil for sale. The blog posts are sometimes quite long, but usually always entertaining. Certainly the twist of doing this as a couple of city boys from the U.S.A. in a land as beautiful as New Zealand makes it much more adventurous and appealing than someone who’s just lived her life yearning to be on a farm, surrounded by animals
and becoming as self-sufficient as possible while still bathing regularly and paying the power company for lights and heat. Sure I’ve kept a small flock of chickens for most of my life now (the tipping point came a few years back, much to my wonder – it sure doesn’t seem that long…), and had a few years of dairy goat keeping back in the mid-80s, but mostly it’s just been coveting. I still think of the property in the Okanogan that I almost went to look at; when I drove by it six months later the people who’d purchased it were doing exactly what I would have – some goats in the front yard (it was 20 or 40 acres with oodles of outbuildings and rolling hills…sigh. (I’m ready to dash off to view some RE websites now.)
Still, it makes me think, this blog to book thing. How can I make my blog more interesting, more readable? And do I really want to? I’ve been struggling to make it more succinct (not succeeding), but now I wonder. Maybe if the story is compelling enough it doesn’t need to be shorter, and making the mundane seem, if not profound, then at least appealing and interesting, with observations and thoughts along the way, is pretty much all we do as bloggers. I do plenty of that, I think, but it always seems so self-absorbed and kind of icky, so I reel myself in much of the time too. I’d like to make it more readable–more followers would be great, a real following, so to speak. Must work on this.