In my naivety, I assumed all blogs were simply glorified online diaries before I joined the blogger community and quickly discovered there is a lot more to blogging than writing whatever thoughts pop into your head. Suddenly, I was taking notice of things like follow links, SEO, keywords, coding – things that I’d only ever vaguely heard of before.
This helped me strengthen my skill-set as I immersed myself in learning as much as I could, using my space to build up a little online portfolio alongside the organic ‘Dear Diary’ blog posts. The experience I gained has been invaluable, helps me in my ‘day job’ and I’m so very glad I took the time to learn all about the world of blogging.
I still get a little buzz whenever a brand I love asks me to work with them or if I’m given the chance to review items that I genuinely want to promote, so that won’t be changing any time soon. I am fortunate to have a strong blogging community around me, forming some genuine friendships along the way (and found my blogger twin in the form of Lisa from Last Year’s Girl).
In the early days, whenever I blogged, I always felt like I was chatting with an old friend. For me, it was a way of communicating and processing my thoughts, a form of escapism from the chaos of my everyday life. If others wanted to read all about it, then great. If not, I’d still be there typing away into the black hole that is cyberspace, alongside millions of other blogs.
Recently, I decided that I want to get back to basics. To writing more of the raw, honest and truly unedited posts and to tell my stories, no matter how mundane or uncomfortable they may be. I want to forget about the stats, the subtle censorship and the worry of being completely vulnerable by baring my soul online with no control over who may or may not be lurking in the shadows just waiting for me share something that they can gleefully tear apart.
Whenever I get a spare hour, I like nothing more than to devour other people’s blog posts; the ones that are authentic, that I can relate to and make me feel like the author could well be my next door neighbour (hypothetically of course. I’m sure my retired neighbour, Harold, hasn’t jumped on the blogger bandwagon yet but who knows?). So you know what? Fuck it. I’m reclaiming my blog and going back to basics. Grab a brew and let’s get reacquainted.