It’d be wrong if I said that I was pleasantly surprised to find that I loved writing only after I started blogging. Even as a school kid writing was something I always enjoyed. I never felt wary of having to write an essay or a letter and never got tired of collecting ideas and developing my vocabulary for them. It was indeed a bonus when my teachers applauded my writing in front of the whole class sometimes. It gave me a lot of confidence.
To add a personal touch to the cards I gave to my friends and relatives on any occasion I loved to add a couple of lines I jotted down for them myself. I always found it easy to emote and convey my feelings through the written word. I was glad that writing gave me a way to express myself, something I never was very good at in reality. I always preferred writing to talking, simply to be more clear and precise.
Sadly, as time went by writing took a back-seat. Machines and numbers became more important and the writer inside me felt suffocated. The time that should’ve been utilised in creating something meaningful went in fathoming silly equations and ratios. All those poems that kept forming inside me remained unwritten, until one day their ink dried up. I confess the realisation that I wasn’t able to write anymore was harsh and painful.
There was a lot I’d gone through before blogging happened. I’d married and also become a mother. My career had taken off and suffered an early retirement. I had the responsibility of a baby, with no help and no friends. I was coping up with the frustration of not having a job, even though it was done voluntarily. I was feeling like my life was going down the spiral, very fast. Just then, blogging came to me like a blessing in disguise.
I’ve always been very fond of reading. Investing time in reading, according to me, gives returns over a long period of time. Reading blogs was a very novel and different experience for me. Not only did it give my thinking a different direction, but also encouraged me to contribute something from my side. Some wonderful, some average and some disappointing, there were all kinds of blogs to see and learn from. Writing, like a long-lost ally, came back to me and this time to keep me company forever.
What I liked, and still do, about blogging is the freedom it offers us. I can flaunt without caring, crib without being judged and rant without being stopped. I can talk as much as I want and don’t need someone to listen to me always. I don’t need to be self-conscious or coy. I can share things here that are difficult to share with anyone else otherwise. The real me, who usually stays hidden behind a tough exterior, can come out here without the fear of being hurt.
The thing about writing is that it can never be dishonest. Now, here I’m not talking about journalists or interviews or those bloggers who write only for others. People like me who write just for the joy of it and who’d rather make genuine blog friends than simply collect more followers, take our craft and blog quite seriously. There are times when my blog’s been dormant for a long time, but it’s also true that it’s always because of some reason beyond my control.
Some things however are best done the conventional way. I believe that a personally hand-written note still goes a long way. I’m still a sucker for greeting cards than e-greetings and love to make cards for people I really care for. I’ve just appeared for exams where there was a whole lot of theory, and it was nice to know that I don’t mind writing even now. Typing doesn’t have the same charm.
I’ve been told many times to try and take writing professionally. I never did take that advice for two reasons: firstly, I don’t think I’m that good, and secondly, writing is better off as a hobby to me. Currently this is the only place where I write what comes to my mind and what my heart says. I mentioned sometime back on my blog that I want to make my blog a positive place for me. This blog is what I come to when I want to see and read what good things my life’s made of. The wonderful people that I’ve met through my blog are almost like a part of my life now. They know the nuances of my character better than many people, is what I feel.
Thanks Corinne for being such a wonderful motivator! Loved doing this. 🙂