One Year of This
It’s been one year of blogging for me! I’ve learned a lot about a lot, but still haven’t learned to love writing. I’m not as scared or intimidated as when I first started, but it’s still not natural to put genuine thoughts and feelings out in a genuine way. My favorite posts to write are about upcoming events or new pieces I’m working on, which are usually very much in the realm of technical and factual. I do like to feature other crafters, although I feel like I don’t do their work, or coolness as people, justice. I can dare to get more expressive about someone else’s work; however, there’s still very little Salman Rushdie flourish.
I’ve made blogging a somewhat regular habit, though, and it feels important to me for some as-of-yet-unidentified reason to keep on keepin’ on. More on that later, I suppose.
If I’m not too unsure of putting my feelings into written form.
And I’m especially flourishy that day.
Maybe.
Themocracy
Yep! Same story here. My lack of love stems from lack of ideas for fresh topics. I find that many blogs I browse through on a regular basis come across as stale because the writers publish more often than they should, i.e. more often than they have something new and interesting to say. I try to avoid that, but I wish I would write more. Oh well. Double edged sword.
I feel a lot like that too! I am just not a writer. I don’t express myself that way. And like you, I have a hard time finding a way to be my authentic self in print. But I find that I overlook the writing skills and style of bloggers who share my interests, so I should cut myself some slack too.