Not a blogger

I’m not a blogger, not really. Why? I have a blog, I post stuff to it, I have extended periods of time without activity (in the blog and real life.) So, why do I consider myself not a blogger?

I arrived on the Internet in 1997 - at a time when the term ‘Information Super Highway’ was still in common use, and before it was referred to humorously (but accurately) as a series of tubes. I’d spent around the previous 15 years messing about with computers but electronically-isolated from the rest of the world. BBS’ were for Californians and graduates of MIT, obviously. The UK, as far as I was concerned, was isolated and that was fine with me.

People for whom the Internet has always been a part of their life, and who may have been the merest of glints in their parent’s eyes when I stepped out into the slow lane of Information Super Highway, may grasp what I’m trying to say but not actually relate to it. That’s fine. Anyone of my generation or older (cringe) may share the same perspective. This one:

I don’t write for an audience.

Though this statement is demonstrably not true given the fact that my new posts automatically notify a couple of social networks and I’ve an RSS feed, the only clarification I can give is this: I don’t write for a big audience.