Well, here we are: my first post.
I’ve been contemplating starting a blog for ages and Mr L’s finally convinced me to do it.
Why? Lots of reasons I suppose:
Narcisissm– I’m not sure this should go in as reason number 1, but ultimately that and voyeurism are at the heart of what motivates people to use social media- aren’t they? Perhaps narcissism is the wrong word, “attention-seeking” might be more apt. When you think about what makes you post something on Facebook, it’s that you want people to know what you’re doing (for whatever reason), or you want people to know what you’re thinking (usually because you think it’s either important or funny) or you want to shape people’s impression of you, generally for the better.
Creative outlet– I like writing and I like the conversational style that blogging lends itself to. As a teenager I was an avid letter-writer (this was pre-internet). I had one friend in particular overseas who I’d exchange frequent (2 or 3 per week) lengthy (between 6 and 10 page) letters with. Nowadays my emails also tend to be about 10 times longer than they need to me, whether it’s a newsy catch-up email to far-flung friends, or a quick note to try and organize a weekly mothers’ group catch-up.
Journaling with extras– I’m also a journal-writer from way back. Somehow there seems to be more purpose to a blog. For a start you have an audience (or at least a potential one). Journals aren’t generally written to be shared (which is just as well, as mine were always full of fairly clichéd teen angst and would have been incredibly boring, not to mention a tad embarrassing.) So I’m hoping this will become kind of like my grown-up diary and that the editing process will ensure some sort of quality control…
Romantic ideals of being a “writer”– I make no particular secret of the fact that (like probably most of the female population) I fancy myself as part Bridget Jones, part Carrie Bradshaw and part Lynda Day… all with journalistic tendencies. Right now, writing is probably just about all I have in common with any of them- aside, perhaps, for Bridget’s weight-preoccupation, Carrie’s technophobia and Lynda’s temper.
My very own soapbox– I am, of course, the voice of reason and an authority on many, many things, I just have to convince the world of that fact. Mr L refers to my frequent diatribes as “rants”- they rapidly gain a momentum that he dares not interrupt but he tolerates them with amused resignation. In order to immortalise my words and to fool myself that I am benefitting others with my wisdom, what could be better than committing my rants to a blog?
Self-improvement- ok, so I know this sounds a bit wanky, but if I’m going to write about stuff and lay myself open to anonymous criticism (actually I haven’t decided if I’m going to do that or not) I’m going to need to do a bit of homework. While much of what I write will be my own perspective on things, I’m expecting that a bit of background research about the topic will make for a more satisfying blog experience for both myself and my audience (there I go again, assuming I will actually acquire an audience). I spend quite a lot of time thinking about many things- on my way to work, on my runs, in bed at night, etc etc. A lot of this thinking is pretty tangential and muddled though and I kind of wonder if putting my ideas down in black and white will also help me straighten some things out in my own head.
Peripatetic blog-reader myself (there you go, I’ve improved myself already, didn’t know how to spell peripatetic until I looked it up then)- I go through phases of blog-reading, there was my baby blog phase, then my mummy blog phase, followed by my minimalist blog phase, then my anti-mummy blog phase… they have all inspired me in different ways but I’ve yet to find a “me” blog, that suits me in any of these different phases.
My main reservation about blogging was that I had little to offer that was original or different. Then I thought actually, I’m not doing this primarily to win readers, or earn money, or educate people, most of the reasons I’ve come up with so far are fairly self-serving, so what does it matter if there’s another blog out there like mine…
I already waste far too much time on the internet and have a perpetual to-do list that I could be getting on with instead of wasting more time on it. But my hope is that my own internet surfing might be somewhat more focused, not to mention contributing to something vaguely constructive.
So in short I’m hoping that my blog will at least partially satisfy all of the purposes I’ve discussed above. If someone is entertained, comforted or, heaven forbid, educated by something I’ve written, well, that’s a bonus. However, at this stage I think I’ll be happy if the only someone is me.