If you know me personally, or you've clicked here from a link on social media, you're probably thinking, "a new blog? I swear you've had at least 2 new blogs in the last year". If you're saying that, you're almost correct. In the last two years, I've had one website just for creative writing and art pieces, and I had another website for blog posts. I also had a 'secret blog', where I posted dairy entries, but I never signed off with my own name.
The thing is, I haven't liked my other blogs. They were messy. I looked at other people's blogs, such as Lucy Moon's, Hannah Witton's and Zoe Sugg's, and I enjoyed reading through their posts, I enjoyed clicking on their links and scrolling through their pictures. Their blog posts were interesting, real, sometimes vulnerable and so well-written and thought out! I felt like mine were boring, samey and with very little feeling or emotion in them. I'd really like to start writing better; using a better vocabulary, explaining myself clearer, using imagery and all these things I see in other people's blogs!
I want to enjoy writing again. I stopped writing on my blog sites because I had a creative slump, where I couldn't think of anything worth reading. I also find it difficult to find the line between what's too personal and what's honest yet ambiguous. Rather than writing it anyway, I've written it in my personal journal, and retired from the blogging-world. Alternatively, I've gone for making a video out of it instead.
I don't know what I'd like to do in the future, but I'd like it to involve writing in some way; whether that's youth group resources, blog posts, social media posts, website posts, articles.... the world is my oyster! So that's another reason I've started a new blog: I want to have a good portfolio of my writing that one day I can show my employer and say, "look, when I was 17 I started my blog and I've been writing on it ever since".
I love writing. I used to write books for my Granddad. I'd write poems or short stories, then I'd print them off, staple it together and do illustrations at the bottom of the pages using thick felt-tip pens. The next time I saw him, I'd give the 'book' to him and he'd critique it. He'd often tell me that it didn't make sense, or that I've constantly made a spelling mistake. I didn't mind though. He loved reading it whatever it was, as long as it was mine. I'd give so much for him to read one last story.
So, here's to be beginnings! I really hope you like my blog, please let me know what you think!
Catch you later,