For this post I am linking up with Musings of the Misguided on why I started my blog. Here's why:
Some time ago I started writing Christmas letters. You know the kind. The ones where you detail everything your family has been doing all year. You make your life sound so busy, wildly exciting and interesting. Then go on to boast about your children being over achieving geniuses.
Except that I didn't do that. I told the truth. We are bogans. We are boring (mostly). When we go on a holiday it is to somewhere like Dubbo. Not that there is anything wrong with Dubbo mind you. But some strange people won't think it is as interesting as Disney Land. Weird.
Anyway, my Christmas letters met with a very favourable response. A couple of friends actually read them. I think. Maybe. They said they did! Bloody liars.
So anyway, I started to toy with the idea of starting a blog. But I never did. I figured we are too boring to find things to write about every week.
I forgot about if for a while . Then started thinking about it again on and off. I tend to over think things and agonise for no reason. So one day, on a whim, in a weird mood, I just went, meh, what the hell, and started one.
It was at this point that I realised that I didn't have a single clue of what I was doing. So I kept doing it anyway. Nobody read it except my Mum, but that didn't stop me. In fact, it's still mostly my Mum reading it. Thanks Mum.
I had no idea of what was actually involved in blogging and the whole concept of the 'blogosphere' was alien to me. In fact, for some time I thought having a blog was similar to having a Facebook account, except with a little more detail.
Yeah, I know, I was jolly ignorant. Frightfully so. And I may have read too many Enid Blyton books as a child. Oh okay, I have read them as an adult too. Which brings me to my other reason for starting a blog.
For some time, as a child, I was convinced I was the next Enid Blyton waiting to happen. This was due to the fact that, ever since I was in 4th Grade, or Year 4, or whatever they call it now, in primary school, I had teachers compliment my writing ability. The compliments and encouragement continued in high school.
However, my love of all things Enid, has meant my brain has remained firmly 'up the Faraway Tree' ever since I first read the book.
I'm a total off with the pixies space cadet. I can barely manage to stay on the same train of thought to actually finish a sentence, let alone a full novel. Or even a blog post at times. What was I talking about?
Oh yeah. So, sadly, my Year 5 teacher's prediction that I was 'gifted' and a 'budding novelist' have not come true. Still, I figured that with a blog I can kind of. sort of, pretend I'm a 'writer'. Ahem.
So basically my reasons for starting a blog are to tell it how it is, warts and all, being bogans in Boganville, while simultaneously pretending to be a 'writer'.
Yep, that's my logic.
Why did you start your blog? Don't have a blog? Would you consider starting one?
And please, can someone finally answer the question I have been pondering for a while now. How did Enid Blyton turn out to be (according to Wikipedia) something resembling a bitch? I need to know. Why, Enid, why? It's like finding out that Santa is just some creepy guy in a suit...oh wait..