I started writing and blogging almost simultaneously, not long after I moved to France and went to the Geneva Writers’ Group Conference in February 2012. I was so inspired by what I heard at that conference and by the people that I met that I decided I had to find my way back into writing. So I started this blog as a way of holding myself accountable and also for experimenting with different types of writing.
Well, in the seven years since, I could say that I’ve not done quite as much writing as I’d hoped – at least not writing leading to actual outputs and publications. I have of course written absolute oodles of blog posts instead, so much so that I’ve used up 87% of my allotted space over 1422 posts.
Of course one might argue that it hasn’t been worth the effort. It has not lead to better or more consistent writing on either of my two semi-abandoned (or half-finished, if you are being kind) novels. It did help with my poetry at least in the earlier years, but inspiration seems to have dried up, so I’m hoarding those precious poems like a miser, in the hope I can get them published in a literary journal without them being turned down because they have been published on my blog. Nor has my blogging productivity been matched by vast numbers of followers. My most popular single post is disappointingly a collection of quotes which I happen to find inspirational, but containing nothing original at all (and requiring next to zero minutes to post). The second most popular post was the one I wrote about why I can’t watch The Handmaid’s Tale series – and that only got a total of 1724 views (although 776 of those were on the day I posted it), less than half of the ‘quotes’ one. Clearly, Instagram or Tumblr or things like that are the way to go if you are after popularity. I’m not, but far too much work goes into my blogging with little to show for it.
The rewards are intangible: the goodwill, the comments, the lively exchanges of ideas and the friends I have made. I do enjoy interacting with my regular readers and seeing what they are up to, what they are reading and writing.
Last but not least, blogging has become an essential part of my life, a sort of online diary. It has become much more about the books I read and the events I attend, but I still share the occasional rough draft or moan a bit about my personal life. I also enjoy indulging in a bit of escapism via photos once a week. I don’t know what I’ll do when I reach the storage limit. But, for now, happy 7th birthday, Little Blog, you’re the same age as my cat!