After almost a year of hard work, I started to question blogging.
Believe me, it takes mucho energy to come up with engaging topics, to write and rewrite, to commit to this process whether or not the blog is busy that day. It's also a challenge to participate in a group endeavor; democracy isn't for wimps.
Yet week after week, we continue composing posts that disappear into the blogosphere. We work through disagreements in order to bring all of our voices to seen and unseen readers. We support each other.
What's the return on this investment? Anyone who thinks it'll translate into hefty book sales, or contracts granted, is deluded.
So why do we do it?
Today, when you read this, I'll probably be in my kitchen making chicken soup (the picture to the left is of the first batch of matzoh balls I made last Sunday), stirring the brisket, testing the meringues, placing roasted eggs on the Seder plates. I've been preparing for this traditional celebration for a little more than a week -- menu-planning, cooking, cleaning, de-cluttering, struggling to find the right balance between religious observance and social commentary for our family and 15 guests.
Why do I do it?
Would you belive the reasons for blogging and having a large Seder are the same?
I do it to share, to nurture a sense of community, to participate in a larger conversation about the world.
I do it for love . . .
Frankly, I think all of us at Murderati do. (Hey, guys, correct me if I'm wrong.)
This week and next, you'll meet our newest Murderati members. I'm delighted to announce the updated schedule. Please join me in welcoming:
Ken Bruen -- He'll alternate Tuesday posts with Louise Ure.
Our first year passed in the blink of an eye. I'm humbled and grateful for the many fine people who've participated here -- both as writers and readers (including lurkers). Our second year promises to be at least as thought-provoking.
It's been such an honor to share our world with you. I hope you'll continue sharing yours with all of us.