It has been over a month since I started blogging regularly.
So what have I learned:
I think I am going to continue posting at least until my life start getting busier( i.e until I start working full-time)
My goals are simple. 1) Improve my non-technical writing skills. 2) Record my childhood memories for my kids. We lost all our tangible childhood memories when our house in Sri Lanka was destroyed seventeen years ago. I will never be able to show my beloved doll or my favourite books from my childhood to my kids. But, I can tell them the stories about my childhood. And they love hearing these stories because my childhood is very different from theirs. I have been telling them these stories as their bed-time stories. If I write these stories down, they will have these stories with them for ever even when I am not there with them.
So what have I learned:
- Although I was tempted NaBloPOMo, I decided against it in the end. Blogging everyday seemed like too much work.
- I don't think anyone regularly reads this blog ( Holler if you do. You will make my day!) Page hits go up when I post a link to my
rantpost on my Facebook page. But, otherwise the hits are usually less than 10 per day. - Most of my page hits are from people searching for wattalapam recipe.I didn't realize wattalapam is so popular.
- I am pretty confident about my technical and business writing skills. But, I am not so sure about my non-technical writing skills. It is also hard work for me unless I am all fired up about Kitchenaid!
- I'll never feel comfortable about mommy blogging writing about topics that is too personal.
- I'll also never become rich from blogging (See the point above about less than ten hits) That means I don't have to spend a lot of time with the esthetics of the template.
I think I am going to continue posting at least until my life start getting busier( i.e until I start working full-time)
My goals are simple. 1) Improve my non-technical writing skills. 2) Record my childhood memories for my kids. We lost all our tangible childhood memories when our house in Sri Lanka was destroyed seventeen years ago. I will never be able to show my beloved doll or my favourite books from my childhood to my kids. But, I can tell them the stories about my childhood. And they love hearing these stories because my childhood is very different from theirs. I have been telling them these stories as their bed-time stories. If I write these stories down, they will have these stories with them for ever even when I am not there with them.
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