Did you grow up watching cartoons on Saturday morning? Or did you hope that one channel might switch to Japanese monster movies? Godzilla and other creatures battled over the streets of Tokyo while talking in terribly ill-timed dubbed movies. The actors mouths and words were hilariously out of sync. The best (or worst depending on your age and taste) was probably Godzilla vs King Kong, the American film legend.
My struggle is between two other monsters, but I’m afraid it’s more like David vs Goliath. It’s Blogging vs Facebook. I am more likely to write short pieces on Facebook than here lately.
Why, oh why, would I post on Facebook, the catch-all site for all things wrong-with-America? Surely you’ve read the posts from well-meaning friends who post crap about the anti-Christ in the Oval Office or the Middle East depending on the news of the day. They want to lock and load their cache of guns against the day of judgment, pot smokers, and illegal immigrants crossing over the Rio Grande to spread Ebola. Or just post pictures of cats.
Facebook is giving me what I truly want. Feedback. I need to know someone is reading this stuff that leaks out of my brain and into cyberspace. Do you know how long is takes for me to write my almost-never-clever essays that appear on this site? Rip Van Winkle did better than me when it came to waking up and creating a story.
And then, because I use WordPress, I know this stuff is heading straight to digital oblivion. Not only does no one pay me to write this drivel, but no one, or almost no one reads it anymore.
Back in the heady days of blog-dom, I had legions of followers, readers, and fans. Some of you contacted me in real life! You met me, you supported my Quixotic mission in Honduras, etc. Some of you become my buddies in Honduras as we celebrated missional life there. Why, one or twice, people called me out in public, “There’s Madam Gumbeaux!”
Heady days, indeed. Now, it’s all about Facebook. I wrote a nice little piece as a tribute to a friend who died abruptly and far too young a few months ago. I had dozens of shares and even more comments. It comforted me that my words touched others.
All is vanity, said Solomon. I agree.
That’s why I may stop writing here altogether. Anne Lamott writes beautiful, rambling essays on Facebook every few weeks. I may not get 1000s of comments like she rightly deserves, but at least I would know that someone reads the words.
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Update from WordPress. At 1:00 pm CST, WordPress sent a message to me. Your blog, A Gumbo Pot, appears to be getting more traffic than usual! 26 views per hour – o hourly views on average. Thanks for the encouragement, WordPress.