Last fall, when I first began to take my writing seriously, the idea of blogging caused panic attacks. Even when I began I couldn’t think past my next blog post. Now, here I am at 50 and officially not a beginning writer or blogger any longer. Here’s to many more posts. I’ve enjoyed the experience and connecting with other writers.
Here are some lessons I’ve learned in the past 50 posts.
Blogging isn’t easy. There is so much to learn. Some of the struggle is understanding the program and code that goes into a blog. While I’ve done this as easy as I could, I have so much to learn. I don’t think this will ever stop.
The place I am now with my posts isn’t the place where I started. My intention during the beginning was to write about journaling as a means to heal your life. I seldom speak of that even though I have tons of information about journaling. I believe in journaling and think that it can help anyone but I haven’t been able to incorporate that believe into my blog.
Knowing what to blog is also a learning process. I’ve discovered that some of my best received posts are the ones where I am baring my soul. I wonder what that means. Also, where do I go from here with that.
I have also learned that being a writer isn’t always exciting. I don’t always want to get up and write each morning. I’ve even skipped posts when nothing would come to me. While I love writing and I’ve reached the point where I “must” do it each day, it also has the flavor of a chore. For once, a chore I am happy to do but still, it can be tough.
I am excited about where this journey takes me. Right now I am just going along to see where the ride goes. I would have never guessed a year ago that I would be 50 posts into a blog. I would have never guessed that I would have a novel written (and badly in need of revision). Things look so different now in my life, goals have changed and how I see my future looks so different. I am still amazed.
Thanks for coming along for this ride.
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