No. Seriously. I need to know. |
No. Really. I got talked into, flattered into, agreed to, felt just crazy
enough to do a next level blogging class this semester. Each time I end the beginning class, What
About Blogs?, many want to know when the next class is. I have to be honest, I have hesitated. The first class is challenging enough because
each person comes to class with his and her very own expectation or idea of
what that class will be about. It really is one of the more challenging classes
I teach for this very reason. There is a blog for every shade in the rainbow
out there. Every class has bloggers from
all over that rainbow. Somehow, we manage to stay a little focused. And, well, the class is just fun.
For this “next level” class, I am going crazy trying to
anticipate what the majority of participants will want to know. Will they still be beginner bloggers? Are
they still trying to figure out what they want to do with their blog? Have they been blogging for years and are
perhaps looking for tips to freshen up? Do they want to know about the brand,
the writing, the technology, the expansion of readership, the tricks and tips
of layout? What? I could spend 3 hours
on a list of 100 tips. I could ask everyone to throw their top two “want to
knows” in a hat and figure out how to answer them. I could PowerPoint my way through the class
and dodge questions. I got this!
I have been learning about and teaching blogging for
years. I know a lot about it, but - and
here is the most wonderfully ironic part - I don’t always do those things that
traditionally make a blog successful. I’m not sure I would even call our Eighth
Floor Blog successful!!
Like I said, I know what to do; I just haven’t done a lot of
it. My primary goal has always been to have a blog that was solid enough to
teach a beginning class on blogging.
That’s all. But now look at what
I have done. Now I have to have a blog
that has been “taken to the next level” . . . by next week. I know.
In teacher time, that’s tons ‘o time. Oh, and Thanksgiving is at my
house this year.
Just laughin’
Lee Anne
Lee Anne