There were a few key suggestions that came up over and over throughout the day at the Kidlit Blogger Conference. Yah, yah! I know. You’re over the conference and think I should move on already. But, hey, commenting on blogs has come up a couple of times this week, so it seems appropriate. Go with me on this.
First, it was repeated many times over, that it’s a good idea to read other blogs and COMMENT (if you're blogging yourself). I’m sure many of us do read several blogs, but some of us comment and others don’t. I’ve been in that don’t column for a long time now. (More about that in a few.)
This week one blogger actually called her readers on it, kind of like this…"Hey, a whole bunch of you come to read. Why not comment? Huh?" She said it much nicer, but that was the gist. And I get that.
Then, a few days ago, I get a comment that reads, “You are great!” Ah, sheesh! Thanks. I love compliments. Who doesn’t? But who’s telling me I’m great? I don’t recognize that name, but it sure was nice. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy, so I think I’ll check 'em out. Then…
...Clink, clank, clunk—my heart falls down the stairs that exist deep inside me, because it’s all FAKE (I think) to make me figure out who you are. Mean!
Here’s the thing. There’s something strange about commenting. I’ve been on both sides. For me, as a blog reader, I feel like I’m peeking through someone’s living room window and any minute I might get caught. Then that person might think I’m interested in what they are doing, which I am. So what’s the problem? Is it just me? Am I the only one who’s weird like that?
So it stops now. Actually, it stopped last weekend. I hope you’ll do the same when you visit me at Cuppa Jolie, because truthfully, I want you to be like, “Wow, what a cozy living room,” and then feel like you come on in, stay a while, and say, “Hey, this is nice. I’m glad I stopped by…Blah dee dee blah blah blah...I think I'll join you for a Cuppa Jolie again."
Here's a thought, how about commenting on several blogs today? You up for it? I am.