After years of gazing wistfully at blogs, wishing I could be brave enough to become a blogger, I’ve finally done it! Yay me! What I love about blogging is that its popularity shows that the written word is as popular and relevant as ever. In this age of YouTube, Social media, Netflix etc, where there is such a huge amount of choice, it’s heartening that blogs can attract so much interest and are such a source of enjoyment for so many. Obviously, to be a blogger you need to be involved in social media as it’s a huge part of sharing your posts and getting involved with the blogging community, but I think that is just one of the bonuses of having a blog.
So anyway, what I’m trying to say is that for me, blogs are all about finding enjoyable things to read and what makes them unique (as opposed to magazines, books etc) is that you can immediately connect with the author and others with similar interests as you. Don’t get me wrong, books are absolutely my first love but reading blogs and starting my own blog is just another way of enjoying and getting involved with the world of reading and writing.
Its probably pretty obvious why I decided to start a blog – I love reading other blogs and pretty much anything else I can get my hands on; but i also enjoy writing and always have. When I was in primary school I was always writing little stories and attempting to start my future bestselling novel (ha). I loved making comics and I remember starting a diary when I was about 8, inspired by the legend that was ‘Luv Lisa’ in Bunty, a long defunct girls’ comic. Being 8 and easily bored, it didn’t last long! However, during my angsty teenage years, I began to write a proper diary regularly. Being a stereotypical ugly duckling (big glasses, big eyebrows – long before they were cool, terrible, terrible clothes, frequent sad tales of unrequited love) with few friends, I found this to be incredibly therapeutic. My teenage diaries are almost exclusively about my yearnings for whichever unsuspecting lad I had my eye on at the time. As I never, ever told anyone if I fancied someone (due to the almost certain painful rejection that would ensue) my diary really did become something I could pour my feelings into without risk of ridicule.
As I got older the content obviously changed but my diaries continued to be a great outlet for me. I continued, on and off, until my mid twenties but as life got busier I found I had less and less time to write and so eventually I stopped altogether. Until now! I’m hoping my little blog will be as enjoyable and therapeutic to write as my diaries were although hopefully it won’t feature quite as much angst! Come to think of it, I still have those diaries. I spy a future blog post right there…