For you bloggers out there, did you ever think that there would be a time when you would stop caring about how many hits your blog was getting? When you wouldn't obsess about what you were going to prepare for the week, how you were going to photograph it, what props you would use to show it at its best? I didn't think that time would come for me, either, but it did.
I haven't been blogging lately because, frankly, my heart hasn't been in it. And, for the late few weeks, I've been trying to figure out why. When I started this food blog in August of 2010, I gave myself two years, two years to make it. Why two years? Because whenever I would read about a blogger turned cookbook author, two years seemed to be the magic number. In two years time, the Pioneer Woman and Southern Plate were turning out cookbooks. And, I naively thought that if they could do it, then anyone could. The pessimist in me has recently punched the optimistic me in the gut and told her to wake up!
Switching over to this new Blogger and seeing how few hits I get with each post has been an eye-opener. Seeing new bloggers claiming to get millions of hits a month is discouraging. It takes me back to high school - the popular, pretty people are always going to rise to the top no matter what.
I can't tell you how hard I've tried to make this work. I have tried from every possible angle to jumpstart some sort of food writing career. I've contacted every magazine and food production company that I can think of. Nothing has panned out. Did I want to be the next Ree Drummond? Heck, no! I wouldn't be on TV if you gave me the opportunity. But, I did want to write and make a career (i.e. living) out of it.
So, where am I going? Obviously, nowhere. And, I'll have to accept it. I'll continue my blog because a few people like to read it occasionally. But, I'll accept this for what it is - a hobby - not the beginning of something more.
Thank you to all of you who have supported me and written kind words to me these past two years. I'll continue writing for you.