An Addiction to WordPress

Just over five years ago Β I wandered into WordPress with the intention of practising my writing, gaining some publicity for the Quercus Community group and learning a bit more about Social Media.

As things turned out, I did learn to write faster, even if the accuracy and quality is a bit uneven. The group closed. I’ll say no more about that or I will find myself dwelling on how we were stabbed in the back by a hypocrite. I realised, after a while, that I wasn’t meant for Social Media. If they had Anti-Social Media I am your man.

I first learned there was more to WP than just writing about myself when I read a few posts. One that stuck in my mind was by some doddery old geezer in Hampshire. He pottered about, took photos and ended all his blogs with a description of what he had for tea and what he drank with it.

Five years later I’m addicted to his blog. Whether this is because it’s deceptively beguiling, or whether it’s because I’ve turned into a doddery old git is difficult to say.

His legions of followers argue for the former, but a quick look in the mirror also suggests the latter is not far from the truth.

And that sums up my WordPress experience – gentle addiction. I have really missed the reading and writing and companionship over the last week while I have been condemned to cyber-limbo. This applies to all of you who haven’t been mentioned too.

This post is a bit gushing and upbeat for my taste, which I blame on reading all these Pollyanna-style American blog posts. Don’t think it’s going to be repeated. I missed you all. I’ve admitted it. And I don’t think we need to mention it again.

I am now going to visit the blog of a man whom I regard as my spiritual mentor. Thanks to him I now take my porridge with salt and water and have learned more about choral singing than I am ever likely to need, bearing in mind that I have a voice that grates like the creaking of hinges on a crypt door.

Those of you who require an antidote to the modern fashion for inappropriate cheerfulness could do worse than join me.

I’m off to find some photos now, probably the ones of sunrise which I unwillingly took a couple of days ago when, due to the stupidity of an auctioneer, I had to go to the Sorting Office to pick up a parcel.

 

40 thoughts on “An Addiction to WordPress

  1. jodierichelle

    Congratulations on 5 years, sir. I very much enjoy our little community, and I pop in whenever I can. It makes me happy, it teaches me, it exposes me to different foods and ideas and plants and animals. And the company is like none other.

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    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      Thank you. My previous attempts at blogging had all ground to a halt after two or three posts but there was something about WP that kept me here and kept me coming back.

      I am very nosey about the lives of other people. πŸ™‚

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  2. GP Cox

    It’s been wonderful for me. I started it to get my father’s deteriorating scrapbook online and 7 years later I have made friends with so many good people, learned a great deal and improved in more ways than I can count. I have people like you to thank for that!

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  3. charliecountryboy

    As you well know, as a Yorkshireman I don’t like anything, even other Yorkshiremen, but I do like reading your posts, they make i larf, when they’re supposed to do. Congratulations on the 5 years, may we see many more πŸ˜‰

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  4. Sharon

    It is certainly addictive, I walked away from all social media including blogging but blogging has drawn me back and I also love the people who occupy the blogging universe. I certainly noticed when you didn’t post for a few days.

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  5. arlingwoman

    I like WordPress, too, and have learned a lot of things from different people whose blogs I’ve followed–sometimes just about how different people deal with what life throws at them. My problem is I just can’t read all the blogs every day. But I do try to get around to them once a week, which is as often as I USED to post. I don’t go in for the false cheerfulness or fakery of Instagram, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong being cheerful if you actually are. Most people write the occasional post on something that’s been hard and people rally to support. I think of you as a bit curmudgeon-y, Quercus, but there’s an edge of humor to it and your photos are often lovely (you’ve got me making scones again). So I hope you’re back. I still can’t like people except in the stream after I’ve read, so I’m hoping that comes through. And yes, Derrick is addictive.

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      1. arlingwoman

        I think there’s something to be said for the type of personality that would make such a journey (weeks on a ship!) and then look at the hardships as an opportunity. Not sure how much of that is left proportionately to population or geographically and how it could be broken out historically, but it would be an interesting research project.

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      2. quercuscommunity Post author

        I went round the SS Great Britain in Bristol a few years ago – it took a lot of immigrants to Australia in the nineteenth century but I wouldn’t have done well as the beds were about a foot shorter than I am.

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  6. Laurie Graves

    I, too, love WordPress and feel incredibly enriched by the many blogs I follow, including yours. As far as being an upbeat American… right now, in the state we are in, being positive almost feels like a rebuke to all the ugliness that has been tricking down from on high

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