I started this blog about six weeks ago, give or take a few days, for a few different reasons. The main reason is simple: I enjoy it. I haven’t had a serious blog before, but I’ve been writing since I was eight-years-old. My love for writing started with a kitty diary and has gone through many phases, including my first website at age twelve, my LiveJournal account as a teenager, multiple different types of fan-fiction, my creative writing courses in college, to letters to my little girl. It’s an outlet that I enjoy immensely and this blog gives me a place to do that.
Another one of my hobbies is photography. I first started taking photos with disposable cameras when I was in the fourth grade and stored them in a Mickey Mouse album. My love for this medium has grown since then; I’ve gone through multiple cameras, I used to work at a photo studio, and I’ve even been paid to take photos in the past, including multiple weddings.
To round out this whole discussion, I have been on the Internet since we got our first Gateway computer and dial-up when I was twelve-years-old. I pretty much spent my entire teenage years sitting online, talking to my friends on AIM or ICQ, making silly Geocities and Yahoo! websites and writing fan-fiction. What is my point? I was born to be a blogger! 😉
This is what I do, this is who I am. So… it would be nice to do this for a living. I have very low expectations of making money blogging, but it’s worth a shot. I have a full-time job that I like, but it doesn’t hurt to dream, right?
So, what’s the problem? What’s the point of this post? Well, I’m bored already. It’s been six weeks and I’m running out of steam. So last night I did some soul-searching and tried to figure out why. And the gist of it is that I’ve been trying too hard. I’ve been doing a lot of reading and research on blogging and trying to listen to what 342 other bloggers are saying about how they’ve made money blogging and I’m not being true to myself. I am struggling to write blog posts, because I haven’t been writing. I’ve been… copywriting. And trying to sell… something, even though I have nothing to sell. And guess what?
It’s not working! Nobody is reading, because nobody cares. Epiphany!
So I am done with that, done with the “copywriting.” Starting today, starting with this post, I am going to be genuine and write about my life and what’s going on with me and my family and motherhood and the crazy zoo we live with and scrapbooking and planning and photography and all of those things I am interested in (which includes, but is not limited to, run-on sentences!) And maybe some day I can make some money and I can do this for a living. Or maybe not. But the point is, this was never supposed to be another thing I “had” to do, another responsibility, another full-time job on top of the one I’ve got and trying to raise a family.
I just want to write. That’s what I do, that’s who I am. And I hope that some people, a small sliver of the world, will follow along with me, join me in a community of bloggers, or mamas, or scrapbookers, or whatever you are, because you belong here with me.