I don’t blog, but some of my best friends are bloggers. My 2 cents (reductive and opinionated, so be warned):

Gaddis’s short-lived blog makes a good example: blogging steals the fire. Unless you’re Choire Sicha or someone like that (i.e., using blogging to vault you into a career), you might be better off using the blog to stay in touch, get a bit of feedback, and test things out but generally being selfish with your creative energies.

There’s a reason the bulk of the most popular, most entertaining blogs are written by twenty-somethings: they don’t have kids and impending tenure reviews and mortgage applications and bunion surgery. AND they don’t mind spilling their guts about their personal lives, which, I must admit, can be riveting in a reality-series-like way. AND they’re not too worried about getting fired from their entry-level jobs.

Okay, K, the following doesn’t apply to you, since I’m not worried you’ll start telling us things we didn’t want to know. It’s just a reason to be wary of those people who “enjoy” exposing themselves to their colleagues and strangers just a little too much.

If you’re still displaying too much personal life in your blog when you’re in your thirties, you probably haven’t matured enough to be very interesting. Or you don’t have much going on in your life–which also contributes to uninteresting writing. Or you haven’t learned that, if you’re going to alienate friends and family and coworkers, for god’s sake don’t do it for free! At least get a book deal out of airing everybody’s embarrassing secrets!

I don’t mean to chase you off from putting personal stuff here. I guess I’m just saying I’d love to read the novel you describe, and I don’t want a blog to siphon the impetus away. Still like me?