Mind Of A New Blogger

Motivation, apprehension and hope

I’ve been working nine to five in various places for almost ten years now. I don’t hate my job as much as I was when I was younger but it was always a way to pay my bills. Without passion. Just do your job well. Leave for home. Never think about it until the next day.

During this quarantine (three and a half months now and I’ve only been out for doctor’s appointments. Gratz me!) I finally had time to be me. I’m not alone, I’m living with my boyfriend but we both have our hobbies and interests so I found time to spend by myself and I love it. It’s been three months and I’m not bored.

But I have an itch. I usually have that itch. I love writing. I always have. I started multiple blogs, some successful-ish some miserably failed. But one thing hasn’t changed. The joy of writing. Now I have that itch again. I mean, I never actually stopped writing, I am an active twitter user and I sometimes review movies here and there but nothing stable.

A couple of weeks ago I learned about Medium, followed a few people and started reading their success and failure stories which gave me more itch to scratch. And I started writing here. I have a couple of stuff out and they are not that good and not at all popular but it feels good to be out there again. One thing is true; the more you write the better you get. And I don’t feel like I’m not that good anymore. I was never a great writer but I had my audience and it was fun and satisfying. I am writing about 400 to 600 words a day. I know it’s not much but I don’t wanna say it’s nothing either. I know what nothing is so being at a point that can be improved is immensely better than never starting.

Writing is difficult, especially if you are out of practice like me. It need focus, planning, time. And time. And time. You gotta do your reserch. You gotta draft. And edit and improve. It is difficult, it is consuming and in the end it is so, so satisfying. There are going be bad articles and weak stuff. Sometimes I will think something I wrote is a great work but there will be no attention. Eventhough it sucks and gets frustrating in time , a blog post that falls flat (which I have many) isn’t the end. It’s just like dieting. You need consistency. One bad day. Or a weekend, a week is not the end. You just wake up the next day and keep going. That was my problem in life. Always. Consistency. I run out of fuel, I get disencouraged so easily. I don’t lose the itch but I lose the will. But if there is anything I learned during this quarantine period (except seeing that some people are incorrigible fools), is to see what makes me happy and writing is a part of that very short list.

So here I am, writing again, hoping that it leads somewhere. And maybe encourage people that have the itch. I wish I was able to earn my living by writing. I am not even close to that point in life, but who knows. You gotta do the work.