Another Blogging Manifesto ✨

 Okay ladies, it's September. What does that mean? Girl, it means it's time to enter the AUTUMNAL ZONE in one's mind. Right now I'm in Norway, I've seen the Oslo Fjord with my own eyes, and it has indeed been raining. So I'm filled with the great spirit of the Caspian Gulls, and thus I am committed to the most Autumnal girl slay thing of all: blogging. You know it.

The blogstress herself.

At a lake in New Jersey, 14th August 2025.

I've said this before, I know, but one needs to hear the call of the blog a few times before one is able to really FEEL the blog in one's heart. And I am here, now, feeling the beating heart of my blog, pulse stronger than ever. So I have a vague plan, a small exercise for myself - I will blog as a matter of duty. The details will remain murky to you, dear reader, because I am now a woman of mystery and intrigue. I will not reveal my veins to you, but you will know that they are there.

Anyway, I'm sitting on an extremely soft bed as I write this. There are three apples in a bowl staring at me. I probably won't bother eating any of them, because their sister, the fourth, didn't taste that good. Sorry, apples. I have judged.

I think I do a lot of things at this point with the metrics in mind. Obviously, posting in any place reminds you constantly of that, but it's become my job to be aware of it. And there's a disconnect to that sort of thing in some online spaces - sure, Blogger has analytics and VIEWS, but like, who cares? Engagement is distant here, like a phantom at the bottom of the lake that I can't make out. I know it's there, but it's inconsequential because, let's be real, no one is here. Blogger is a ghost town, and I am always anticipating an announcement that Google is shutting it down. They took Google Hangouts from me, so why not this too?

But that is precisely its strength. I'm alone in a very real way here. I know there's someone looking, but honestly if you're reading this you could be one of maybe a hundred people. So then, you too can consider yourself special, and perhaps cultured, for reading my blog. Wow.

Another thing is that I have always prioritised images here to an extent. Well, no more. This is the place of paragraphs. I'm going to shed pretences of professionality, and treat this thing like a wire directly to the brain. Let's go. It's a beautiful day.