A lot of people on the internet would be happy to sell you a program on how to blog. I’ve been to a couple of their pages.
Someone I look to for advice told me I should start writing a blog for soul fulfilling reasons, but I didn’t really understand what is actually MEANT to have a blog. So I did what any self-motivated person would do, I started googling “How to write a blog”.
I quickly learned that most people who have websites answering that question are trying to sell you something. That wasn’t what I was going for, but it seemed to be the thing. “How to write titles to get people to read”, “email descriptions to keep you in their inbox”, and other attention grabbing headlines that seemed like what I should be reading. I never thought to myself “Maybe I should read a blog” because I guess that’s just not something I did.
I’ve spent so much of my time commodifying my art and skills because, isn’t that what you’re supposed to do if you want to earn a living doing the thing you love? But somewhere along the way I got so worried about making myself palatable that I forgot how to just write for me. Even my journal can sometimes be tinged with the voice of knowing that truthfully one day I’m gonna die and someone else might pick it up and read it and how much do I want them to actually know.
So as I’m writing this now, I am fully aware that I’m equal parts writing this only to me, but it’s also for you. I’ not even sure who you are to tell you the truth. I’m just sort of typing out whatever I’d be saying out loud if I was talking to an empty room.
People might think you’re crazy though if I was just standing in an empty room talking to essentially no one though.
But you’re not no one. You’re my reader. Gosh, I don’t even know if we’re friends. Have we met? I’m Sarah. My last name is spelled Neczwid (like Natural Weed, Natchweed phonetically… see this is why typing is different than talking). Anyway, you might already know that because we might already know each other. It’s a trip that you know the answer to that question but I don’t. You sly fox you. What’s it like living in the future? Cause clearly you are because if you’re reading this, that means I published it, which also means I’m not done with it yet because I’m still here at my keyboard typing it.
And this my friend, is how I think I’ll restart my blog. Cause I think I figured out that it’s just about me writing to you, whatever thing I want to write about. Thanks for being here.