So it’s Sunday. Which means it’s been over 24 hours since I last blogged, which is probably not allowed when you’re trying to blog for fourteen days straight. However since the person who assigned me this task (me) spent the day enjoying time with her family which one might argue, is actually more important than a self-inflicted, self-indulgent blogging task, I somehow don’t think I’ll get into any trouble.
She may tell me off if I don’t do some housework shortly though, so I’ll make this a quick one.:)
When I first started blogging all those years ago, it was all about creating a platform so I could publish my book. Remember that one? Then I kind of fell in love with the whole process and did it constantly and compulsively, and it became a joy in and of itself, which it still is most of the time.
I’ve seen a lot of bloggers come and go in the past four years. Back when I started it felt like you could ‘know’ everyone, while now there’s new people every day, and different niches and groups and whatnot, and it’s not the small community it was. Which isn’t bad – it just is what it is. I’ve noticed some of the bloggers from yester-year move on from their online diaries to other forms of online employment; things like social media management, or free lance copywriting. Lots of opportunities that have arisen because of experience from writing on the web about baby poo, or how to wear a scarf.
It can take you big places writing about poo. 😉
When I look at my own ‘blogging career, ‘ I can see too how much that has changed. I self published that book, and my blog changed names and it’s evolved and it’s all a bit different, and at times harder work than it was in the beginning. I’ve become less concerned with Facebook reach or even sharing posts (I’m so blasé about it it’s ridiculous), and I occasionally envy the spunk and drive of the newer bloggers who want to discuss SEO and make spreadsheets focused on which social media forums is better for sharing. Meanwhile over at EssentiallyJess, I’m like ‘what will I write about for IBOT this week?’
Like I said, it’s different.
But different isn’t bad.
Blogging for me has meant that for the past four and a bit years, I’ve been constantly writing and for someone who loves to write, that’s a good thing. It’s also given me the push to work out that this is what I want to be when I grow up, and moved me into study. It’s helped me write other things, and just today I’ve spent an hour of inexplicable joy rewriting my manuscript. The fact that I’ve had so much joy in rewriting is no small thing.
I remember when I first started blogging, it was like I had found ‘my thing’ and that was it. Now I realise it’s not. I love blogging but it’s just a stepping stone, and I’m finally seeing what those others, who were the blogging royalty when I started, have moved on to. Now I can blog when I want, what I want and enjoy it just as it is, but this is not the writing I want to do. It’s the writing that keeps me writing so I don’t lose focus on the important stuff. And that’s what makes it pretty darn cool.
So if you’ll excuse me, I have a house to clean and a book to edit, and a life to live.
I’m sure I’ll be back tomorrow with some less deep thoughts.
Do you blog?
Has it evolved for you?