I initially fell into blogging when I had a blogger account to comment on the blogs of friends I had in “real life”.
When said friends would harass me to write my own blog, I would say “Get oooouuuuutttt. I’m not a writer. I’m visual. I paint. And create ‘n’ stuff… I could never explain myself in words the way I do with images.”
(Totally irrelevant to mention we are no longer friends. Only taking the opportunity to say “Hi Regina and Janis! Fickle fuckers….”)
And yet, just pre and post baby, the words flowed. It was an outlet.
I only recently looked at my archives on my old blog and thought “Geez. I don’t know or remember this person. Sometimes she was even quite clever with the words she chose and her sentence construction was occasionally a little inspired. And sometimes she was pretty shithouse too…”
I am surprised by the content of these posts in my archives, most particularly what I considered to be blogworthy.
Lordy, the utter mundanity of it all!
I can see that I occasionally somehow managed to make it kinda sorta (well maybe not all that) interesting, but yeah, surprised anyone else read it or found it vaguely palatable.
Most intriguing of all are the mental cues, the little signposts I planted here and there to remind me of the real stuff that was happening at the time. The truth being stranger than fiction stuff. The shit I would go down for in a blaze of glory should anyone I know ever read this blog. The stuff I never would have dreamed of writing about. All the incredible mother fucking dramas. Dramas I will never be able to forget, but strangely, dramas I can only place on some sort of timeline when I read particular posts about the day-in-day-out- living-in-sin-raising kids-working-for-the-man drudgery of everyday life. I aint no diarist and without the blog it would sit in a big glug in my brain with no real points of reference to put it all in context.
Aaaahhh…memories…
What was your initial reason for blogging and has your journey changed direction over the years?
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Sigh, i’ve been doing this for seven years… i’m not sure why exactly. It started as a way to pat myself on the back for being so clever, when in hindsight – i wasn’t so very clever. ha!
Then when i moved i had this fantasy that all my friends and family could keep up with me via my blog – only hitch was that i never told them about it… and eventually it just became the place i wrote, because if i didn’t write SOMETHING… i don’t know, my insides would explode?
Now, it’s safe to say that blogging has effected my life- i have some very wonderful friends that i’ve found through blogging, some of whom i have met IRL… I got my current job through the advice of a blogger…
When i got pregnant and after my son was born, my mommyblog became my “Baby Book” since i was god awful at keeping that up, but now i have this record of Chewie’s growth and progress.
Feeling like i have an audience gives me incentive to write, whether or not it’s good is something else entirely…
….wow. Sorry for spilling all over your blog!
Well I honestly just started my blog a few months ago. It was something I always KINDA wanted to do, but didn’t feel I had anything of importance to write about.
I, like you had mentioned about yourself, am more of a visual creater/drawer/painter of sorts…
BUT, I have become quite fond of “tweeting” about my whereabouts and my work. And my *now* fiance happens to be a web developer, it was only natural that I would start a blog (Actually, one day he came to me and told me he bought me something…. it was my domain name.. heh..) And now I will just wait, and see where it takes me.
I originally started blogging because I felt like a freak. I had friends, sure, but there was always some element missing. I was different because I was wordy, or liked sci-fi/fantasy, or didn’t give a whole bunch of energy into fashion, or something . . . I was always the odd duck with all of my IRL friends. I went online one night to try and find some folks who I’d have more common ground with.
I ended up in a community on a board that was really the opposite of what I needed, though it presented itself as ideal. The only good thing that came out of it was e-meeting the friend (who I am still close with, in the virtual sense of the term) who turned me on to journalling. I was desperate to have an outlet, and I found it in blogging.
Now, it’s habitual. I need to blog in order to keep my brain in order. It also helps me keep track of what’s happened in my life.
diva: I didn’t realise you’d been blogging for 7 years. Congrats! What stamina.
sarah: Hi! And welcome to blogging. How romantic that he bought you a domain name
wyliekat: I think we’re kindred spirits on the current reasons for blogging. Nice to know I’m not the only one!