I occasionally read other blogs. If you looked at my Bloglovin’ feed, you’d think I spent my entire day reading them. Nope – I actually probably read other blogs maybe a few times a week.
Even though I don’t read them much, one thing I often see is the blog writer asking readers what they want to see. What do you want me to write about? Do you want funny, fluff stuff? Do you want heartwarming, deeply convicted pieces? Do you want pictures of cats wearing stupid costumes?
Questions like that crack me up, and also made me realize something very important about my own blog experiences: I don’t give a shit what my readers want to see.
Here’s the thing. I write because I have things swirling around in my head, and because there is limited space in my head already I need to get those things out. So I spew them out onto the Internet. Well, I’m going to start spewing them out onto the Internet, anyway.
I stopped blogging several months ago. Part of the reason was because it started to feel more like a chore than a fun diversion. I was too concerned about page views and reader comments, obsessed with writing that one piece that would go viral and net me some online popularity. It was exhausting and took up way more of my time than I wanted. So I walked away from all of it.
Recently, I’ve felt the call to write again. Life has stabilized a bit, which may have something to do with it. Or maybe pregnancy hormones are causing traffic jams of thoughts in my head and I want them out. Either way, if I write something, it will be for me, not you. If you enjoy it – cool! If you don’t – that’s cool too!
My new blogging mantra is this:
If you write it, they will come. Or maybe they won’t. Either way, it’s a win because I’m writing again.