Guys, I am burned out. Blogging for 4 1/2 years has taken its toll on me. Rather than get excited to put my thoughts down about a book – even if I liked it! – is almost too much for me. I don’t know why I feel this way. Wait, yes I do! Part of it is because I’ve struggled since the blog rebrand to figure out why things don’t work, like how my site is no longer ranking in Google. The Bawdy Book Blog ranked fairly well for a book blog, but no matter what I do, Google refuses to rank BookShelfery (or at least, I haven’t been successful with all my troubleshooting). So in essence, we’re shouting into a void and no one is hearing our voices. It’s been a frustrating experience, to say the least. It’s less rewarding than it used to be. Perhaps that is because I’ve rediscovered other passions, like photography. Or perhaps it’s because it’s simply a lot of work with little return. Blogging needs to be a passion and I’m not sure I feel that fire anymore. I don’t enjoy books like I used to. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I still love to read. But some of that magic is gone and it makes me sad. I automatically read books critically now, even if I don’t plan to review them. I’m looking for all the things that I like or dislike, rather than reading because it’s a joy. I am grateful for the blog, in so many ways. I do love to discuss books, and that will never change. It brought me many new friends that I think will be in my life a long time. It connected me with authors. It brought me closer to my bookworm friends. But it took things away, too, like time for other things. Blogging takes an incredible amount of dedication and time. I guess what I’m saying is, I’m not sure my heart is in it anymore, or at the very least, I need to rethink this whole thing and do something to shake things up for us. I just don’t know what that would be.
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Jennifer is a bona fide book nerd. She thinks "bookworm" sounds gross and secretly gains pleasure at the pained looks her husband often shoots at her personal library. She collects books like the Duggar family collects kids, and began waiting for her Hogwarts letter at the tender age of 33.