I hate meta-blogging, but here we go anyway.
A blogger once wrote (sorry, can't remember who it was) that it was like having been to a party: you've had a great time, met a lot of interesting people, talked a lot, maybe had a few drinks and then you wake up the next morning feeling that maybe you have said a bit too much.
The thing is that I never thought I would say that much when I started blogging on the first of November, 2006 (I had to check the date). That was TWO AND A HALF YEARS AGO, which means that I've been blogging for almost ten percent of my life! Wow.
(Saying that, I think you know a lot more than ten percent of who I am, but nowhere near hundred. Hmmm....)
On that November evening 2006, I also didn't think I would do this more or less under my own name. But here I am, with my whole life out there for the whole world to read. My whole life and yet nothing. Most of it is pretty mundane (because life mostly is), but even the mundane things, and some not-so-mundane-things that I have said, they make a bigger picture - my life.
(Saying that, I think you know a lot more than ten percent of who I am, but nowhere near hundred. Hmmm....)
On that November evening 2006, I also didn't think I would do this more or less under my own name. But here I am, with my whole life out there for the whole world to read. My whole life and yet nothing. Most of it is pretty mundane (because life mostly is), but even the mundane things, and some not-so-mundane-things that I have said, they make a bigger picture - my life.
Sometimes I regret sharing it with you, sometimes I don't mind at all. Or actually, I never regret it, but I wonder how long I will continue and why. Maybe you dear readers could tell me why (or if) I should continue?
I once went on a date with a guy who had been reading my blog. I was talking about something when he said: "It's so cool that I already know you!". Man, that was a horrible realisation to me. I had never seen this person before in my life and he really thought he knew me. That was WEIRD. (And he was so WRONG - he had no idea. The next day I called him a twat in my blog. That was a bit harsh of me, looking back. Sorry!)
So, I don't know really why I started this blog. I think there are many reasons for it and the reasons have varied over time.
I blog because I like writing and find it relaxing. Blogging makes me look at things from new perspectives and makes me smile, both while blogging and while observing my silly life.
I blog because I like writing and find it relaxing. Blogging makes me look at things from new perspectives and makes me smile, both while blogging and while observing my silly life.
I do it for the language (which, I think, is getting worse and worse as I am getting lazier and lazier). I do it for the people who read it (I love your comments!), and sometimes it's been good therapy too.
It's a nice way to share my life with distant friends and family, and a good way to record my life so that I will remember in the future. But to be honest, I never read my old posts, ever.
I can't really name one reason for blogging. I suppose I blog because mostly because it's fun.
But right now I don't know what to do with the blog. Maybe I'll just keep posting irregularly (or more regularly, if I feel like it), have a proper break from blogging, or bury the blog.
What do you think? Do you ever have a writer's blog block?
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"Do you ever have a writer's blog block?"
Check the recent frequency of my blog posting and compare with the good ol' days, and you'll have your answer. ;-)
This is a good wandering indeed. :) By the way, I didn't actually until now notice that we basically have the same idea in both of our blog headings.
The problem that I mostly have is that I don't like to write if I don't have anything to say. Almost every time I begin to write, I have the passion for it, feel the urge, you know. The fingers are almost if blazing on the keyboard. :)
I once wrote and wondered why people won't read old posts that often; it's like we should always produce new text to read, even if there's nothing in it. Why? Where does the meaning of your old text suddenly go?
I feel this is stupid and sad. Reading someone's writings has gone through inflation. Well, maybe this somehow separates the good from the mediocre. I know that I have the difficulty to read blogs 'cause there's too much echoing going on.
Always. Always. It's nice to have it there though for when I do want to say something!
Thanks for your comments people! I feel much better about my block already! :)
Marko, yeah that's a good point. I suppose it is because blog as a medium is supposed to be current. It's a bit like reading yesterday's newspaper. Nothing wrong with it really, but it's just...old.
I love your blog! As I have been cursed to live this bloody far from you, reading your blog gives me hope that maybe I am still part of your life. :)
And you can't stop now, when you've just inspired me to start writing a blog.
Stay with us, please.
Johanna, you'll always be a part of my life! <3 But thanks anyway, i don't think I'm going anywhere. :)
I know exactly what you're talking about: I love my blog too, and I've only just come out of a very, very long dry spell. I used to find myself sitting on the sofa, my fingers over the keyboard, ready to type as soon as the inspiration hit. But it didn't for ages. And it made me feel so disappointed and angry. Now I've decided to keep it going and just write, sometimes rubbish, other times better stuff :).
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