Hi. My name is dandellion and I'm a blogoholic. Yes, I suffer from blogging addiction. Seriously. Now's the moment when all of you say in silly cheesy voice: hiiii dandeeeliooooon.
When I started, three and a half years ago, I just wanted to give it a try, push my language a bit, get into the routine with writing, have some fun… well, to do that thing that all the cool kids on the web are doing. And it was all OK for a while. That is, until I started to get some traffic and comments. Then the hell broke loose.
I became obsessed and addicted. Worst of all, it combined so nicely with some other addictions of mine, namely caffeine, nicotine and on-line communication.
The daily morning routine was:
- Wake up and smile thinking about the incoming hit to the brain
- On a way to the kitchen to put some coffee, poke a mouse so the computer awakes
- Light a cigarette
- Scan emails and the feed reader
- Grab a mug of coffee
- Scan the headlines searching for what can become a new post
- Get some coca-cola
- Feed the blogosphere, throw a comment or two
- Get another cigarette because coffee and coca-cola are making me high and fast
- Post idea strikes!
- Type, type, type
- Make some pics for the post
- Shit! Coffee mug is empty. It must be gremlins stealing my beverage again.
- Get dressed
- One more coffee
- Rewrite a bit
- More coca-cola
- Sixth cigarette
- Hit publish
- Twit, twit, twit
- Feed the blogosphere more, comment, comment, comment, promote, promote, promote
- Check stats and subscriber count
- Oh, there are first comments on the post
- Coca-cola, cigarette
- Answer the comments
- Feeling a bit lightheaded
- Couple of more comments
- Couple of more twits
- Seeing the bottom of coffee mug for the second time. Dammit!
- I could take a shower
- I should eat something, it's damn afternoon
photo by dandellion
The rest of the day would be easy. I wouldn't check my stats and feed reader more that two or three times. Good thing is that the summer came and that I prefer swimming to combination of caffeine, nicotine and intensive communication. It probably saved me from burning my brain.
Now I know better. I can live without checking the stats and I don't have the need to type as mad so I can publish a post as soon as possible. Also, I'm clean from coffee and coca-cola for more than a year. I can have them but they don't make me crave for more, more, more.
But I do have a need to write. And there is a terrible sense of emptiness between hitting publish and the first comment. Writing induces some feeling of light pleasure. And, like any addiction, one hit makes me crave for more.
OK, now's the part when some of you says: thank you dandellion, for sharing your story with us.