Purple Foodie celebrating her 3rd anniversary made me curious as to how long I’d been writing this blog. As it turns out I’ve missed my first anniversary by a mile… a 6month mile. Whoops. It got me to thinking about this blog, though, and what it means to me. It’s not my first blog – that dubious honour goes to the livejournal I kept for the years up until Uni and it’s not even my second, with a couple of years dedicated to a gaming blog which really catapulted me into writing in a more mature way and for an audience which is not necessarily all close friends.
I always talk to an audience when I write my posts even though if I go by my google analytics there are a whole…8 of you? I wouldn’t have even bothered with analytics if I didn’t already have it set up for the now long-forgotten gaming blog. It’s slightly disheartening in a way – when I was writing my other blog I had around 400 or so subscribers. I guess that’s typical of a niche blog, though – like fanart or fanfiction it attracts a wider audience than original work because there’s an instant connection with the subject that one cannot expect from a personal blog. To get ‘into’ what’s here you need to get ‘into’ me. I’m not sure I even like the idea of being overly gawked at in my own persona, rather than cloaked in a gaming disguise. I’m rather dull, I know, and I pootle about with gardening & cooking, too much of a follower of ideas to generate any interest from either groups in my own right. It’s dull, but I’m not going to go out of my way to change that. I didn’t really like the pressure to post that is inherent with a non-personal blog, a thematic one. I wrote almost entirely for an audience towards the end, there, and not always entirely to my own interests and passions.
Still, I write to ‘you’ out there in this blog, of course. Or even, possibly, I write to me. Future me, who’ll read this post and think: Whoa, what trippy arse mood were you in when you wrote this? I can’t imagine writing without imagining an invisible audience, truthfully. It prompts me, for one thing, to actually bother trying to correct typos I notice, to try writing better, to try and make my photos better. Peer pressure, even imagined, is powerful.
I like writing and sometimes I could do with taking more time over it. I waver between sticking myself to a schedule and complaining internally that a schedule is what turns me off writing – the sense of being forced to write which, like when I’m ‘forced to draw’ sucks any and all creativity out like a literary or artistic leech nine times out of ten. The other problem is that when I write something but then cannot be bothered to cajole, coax and edit photos or images for it. I don’t know why, but if I have illustrative images they have to go in. I don’t like letting my writing stand on its own, I guess: it needs camouflage.
This post, unfortunately, doesn’t have much of a ‘point’ per se. Mainly a notation on how I feel about my blog and writing due to a chance reminiscence. That’s two ‘about blogging’ posts in a week. Erp.
Back to attempts at shiny pictures, baking fail and random soups shortly! ;)