It’s a blog-eat-blog world out there in cyberspace. The dedicated blogger must work hard to keep their profile alive. No new post for two hours? You are yesterday’s man. The gadflies of the net have moved on somewhere else. The real pros scarcely dare to go to the loo for fear of losing their audience.
Sleep? Not an option.
So imagine how I felt on disappearing to a part of Sweden with apalling internet access.
But I needn’t have worried. I returned to the Afterword to find that one of “my” threads had been one of the Most Commented in the past 30 Days. That considerate chap Mr Saucecraft had stepped into my shoes and produced a KFD classic. Not to be outdone, the talented Ms Breakfast produced an H.P. thread that was even more popular.
They may not have realised but this is known as “blog-sitting”. Like dog sitting but without walkies and the small plastic bags. There are, believe it or not, individuals who provide this service commercially to the stressed out blogger.
The Afterword is as cutting edge as ever. And what possibilities this could offer if we all took the chance to step into each other’s shoes now and then.
I’d happily sub for Mini. Nothing like a good car boot sale. Or Black Celebration. I fancy a few days in New Zealand listening to Depeche Mode. I’m not sure I have the stamina to be Locust for even a day. I’d have to get through two novels, a DVD box set and ten new albums. And then write about them.
A brave new blogging World.
Ianess writing as Rob C. Poppy as DuCool. Bingo as Beany.
Who would you like to see subbing for whom? Your suggestions please.
It’s not all good of course. I’ve a nasty feeling that H.P. was rather better at being KFD than I am. The YoutTube clips he posted of ambient welsh choirs and Bulgarian techno-bagpipes were far superior to anything I could find. And he started to shorten my nom-de-AW to the Kafkaesque (and far more edgy) K. I’m now feeling nervous about waking up one morning as a cockroach.
But just think! You could be Tigs for a day.