What is it about blogging?
Why do we do it? Who reads it?
After another epic Mumsnet Blogfest on Saturday, I’ve been reflecting on why I started my blog and what I really get out of it.
Why do I blog?
In hindsight, I think it was a form of therapy for me. I wasn’t in good health, which meant more time languishing in bed than out on the razz. Long periods of time in bed can be fairly lonely. So I reached out for my father’s old laptop and started typing. As my first and favourite boss once said, I was “throwing sh1t at the wall to see what would stick”.
As I was tapping away trying to find my style, I found myself thinking about my father, who had died exactly 3 years before my blog was born. There comes a point, after you’ve lost a loved one that they are no longer spoken of. You don’t have an outlet. I found mine and quite unintentionally let these 2 rather raw and candid posts flow out Mummy, you don’t have a Daddy do you? and children and bereavement. Perhaps this is why I really started my blog? I wanted to tell the world I missed my Daddy.
Or was I just suffering a severe case of FOMO (fear of missing out) or rather MO. I’m a highly social creature, I thrive in the warmth of others. I need others. In fact, others is just what I got. I saw Mumsnet Blogfest advertised when my blog was just 2 weeks old and had a word with myself: I’m a grown up, I can go alone, it doesn’t matter that my blog is a foetus and nobody will know me. And I did it. That is where I met my first two official blogging pals Sally at Meet Other Mums and Louisa from Little Book of Sick. Thoroughly wonderful ladies and we’re only separated by a few hundred miles. Being reunited this year at #Blogfest16 was magic.
After a few months of finding my groove, I found the blogger linky that felt like the most comfortable fit #coolmumclub. And thanks to BritMums ‘Brilliance in Blogging’ conference I met the wonderful linky hosts MotherhoodRealDeal and my virtual soul sister Mummuddlingthrough …. There’s no better way to get to know someone than through stalking them <I mean reading their blog>!
Is blogging really a form of online dating?
The business of blogging
I started getting approaches from a few lovely brands asking if I would post their content. What did I think? I decided not to. Most of my writing is either soul-searching and heartfelt or a bit naughty and rather daft. It would be entirely incongruous to stick up a post about blinds I’d never fitted in my home or an internet service I’ve never tried. I looked at my most recent posts – a playdate, a wild Christmas party and … fitted blinds. As the same fabulous boss would have said “that sticks out like a poo in a wee shop”. Yes there is some wee in my shop, but no room for someone else’s poos … it would seem.
However, I have been lucky enough to be asked to review a few really beautiful children’s books – which I have to admit has been an absolute blogger high for me. I love reading to my kids. I’ve been able to take my children to an amazing day of science at the Royal Institute and discovered a new place to get my bargain highs.
Is anyone reading?
Does it matter if anyone reads it? After a year I’ve reached the conclusion that it actually doesn’t really. This is my hobby and it certainly beats Zumba. It is wonderful to get comments from strangers who identify with your words, receive approaches from brands you love and even better when a friend or loved one checks in. But, this is my diary, the one that isn’t hidden in my bedside cabinet. It’s there when I need it, but I aint sellin it.