In Defense of Bad Blogging

Much to the chagrin of my mother, who has (ever so subtly) purchased two cameras for me as gifts since I moved to NY, I'm terrible when it comes to taking photos. Shaky hands aside, I'm just not one of those folks who can relish moments through a lens. I've been blessed with a good memory (though pregnancy is making me think twice about that claim), so I've never been one to reach for the camera.

Over the past few months, I learned that the same can be said for my blogging habits. I guess I'm just not one to reach for my laptop in the moment either. By blogging standards, I'm way behind. But for me, some of writing's greatest virtues stem from the acts of rumination and retrospection. (I know! What a Luddite!) I came across a passage in The Art of the Commonplace where Wendell Berry writes, "I seem to have been born with an aptitude for a way of life that was doomed, although I did not understand that at the time." In a world littered with ENDLESS status updates and impetuous tweets, I can't help but feel this way about my relationship to the written word. I feel a certain ambivalence when it comes to being a blogger for this reason. With all due respect to my current medium and readership, I'll take being an unfit blogger over being an unfit writer any day of the week. Call me old fashioned.

That being said (phew!), this has been my fullest growing season to date, and there are plenty of memories and projects to write home about. With the Harvest Moon just a week away, I'm looking forward to curling up in my favorite chair and reflecting upon the Spring and Summer that have been.