According to Blogebrity, I was once an A-list blogger. Ignoring the question of whether leaving Gizmodo annuls my status (it probably and rightly does), I mention that only to qualify this statement: I have no idea what blogging is.
To me, it's always been short, snarky blips, because that's what I wrote over and over again, but clearly that is no measure. (This is presuming that Gawker sites are even blogs at all, which is a question best left for another, more pedantic time.)
God, I almost navel-gazed my way into a 'what is a blog' post. That is not my aim. Instead!
I think I am going to enjoy the almost-exclusive writing of longer, more researched bits. Part of the reason I left the relative safety of Gawker is so I could actually learn something new about writing, the last of my skills from which I expected to make a living (far behind my 15-year-old self's first-choice hybrid of 'videogame designing, sword-wielding rock star').
But now, instead of banging out a couple dozen half-digested blurbs each day (which is a lot of fun, make no mistake), I'm actually forced to research each piece I write; something not altogether unfamiliar to me, but I feel I have more time to do it right.
It's all part of a new trend I'm trying to incorporate into my life entitled 'Half-Assing It, Then Half-Assing It Again, To Form Something Like a Whole.'