"Pioneer Woman" sculpture by Norman Frater
This is something I wonder about. In the past several months there's been a lot written about the "Pioneer Woman" blog and the lady who writes it. She's been on TV, had a book published.
She and her family seem to be living under a glaring spotlight of intense scrutiny. I rarely visit there but every now and then I'll see the blog on someone's sidebar and I'll click on it and stop by to read a post or two. It's a beautiful blog...gorgeous photos, great writing. But maybe I'm just weird. When it gets to the point where you have 726 comments to slog your way thru, how do you do it? How do you keep up with your reading 'audience'? How is she able to keep it real, to keep it fresh? How does she cope with the pressures of always having to come up with something that will keep bringing all those readers back?
I think all of us who consider ourselves writers dream of fame and fortune, of having our work published and our names up in lights -- or at least recognizable to the public. If truth be told, I think we're all a little envious when we read of someone who's attained such fame in the blogging world. But who am I kidding? I'm nowhere near Ree's range of talent as a writer, a photographer, a homemaker. I'm just a silver-haired-50-and-getting-ever-closer-to-60-something-stay-at-home grandma plunking her way across the keyboard on a more-or-less daily basis. Mega-fame isn't something I think I'd want to have to deal with at this stage in life. But then again, there was Grandma Moses, wasn't there? I dunno...maybe I'm strange. But one of the things I love about coming here into my own little corner of the blogosphere is having the small circle of blog friends I'm able to still keep up with. I don't have the time to navigate my way thru dozens of blogs a day. Those I keep up with are those I consider friends as much as I do the people I know face-to-face. Getting a comment or an email from them gives me as much pleasure as finding a snail mail letter in the mail box used to give me. I like it this way. I like the personal side of blogging.
So...I'll just keep coming back here at 3:30 in the morning, sitting at my grandma's desk with my bed-head of wild hair, barefoot and in my saggy-baggy old comfortable sleep shirt. Sipping my coffee. Hoping the cobwebs in my brain will blow away. And never having to worry about 'keeping up with the Joneses' out there in the rest of the bloggy world.