I realize that Metablog Week was last week. (See, I'm on top of things!)
Metablogging is blogging about blogging. Sometimes, metablogging seems boring or pretentious. (Which is why I metablog so often.) Here are a few of my recent posts on metablogging:
- In which our heroine returns from an absence forced on her by the demands of Real Life and is reunited with her beloved blog on the Internet.
- Where am I going with this blog?
- It’s where I am.
- Looks matter.
- I need some street cred.
You might think that July Fourth would be a lonely day for an American expat living in New Zealand. It was Monday, and everyone was at work. There were no fireworks, no parades, and it was too cold for a barbeque. (Well, it was too cold for me. I need to harden up.)
No one in the village wished me a Happy Fourth. We had no Fourth of July plans. There were no fireworks left over from Guy Fawkes Day last year. (This was poor planning on our part. Actually, there were a few sparklers. But nobody was enthusiastic about waving them about in the cold.) No neighbours had loud parties. It was just another day. And I didn’t mind. (Very much.)