I want to be a blogger. I’ve wanted to be one the first time I heard about blogs. I love reading people’s stories and I love sharing my own stories. A blog is like sending emails to the world. It is just my kind of thing.
I walk around, living my life and constantly thinking of blog entries. I imagine putting little day-to-day experiences into written words and throwing them into the virtual ocean. A message in a bottle, someone somewhere might pick it up, sometime. I smile at the thought.
But I can’t do it. I have the block of the blog. In my mind it’s all very easy, as soon as I sit in front of the computer with the intention of writing my first blog entry, I freeze.
Why is that? How is it different from writing an email or telling a story to a friend? I will have to spend a bit of time analysing that, trying to come to the bottom of my block. And while I do this…I’ll write.
I like the thought of writing messages in a bottle. Perhaps no one will pick the bottle up and read my note. How does this make me feel? I write because I enjoy writing, I write for myself as in a diary but there is the extra attraction that someone might read what I write. And if no one does? The pleasure is in the writing and the sending it off. Yes, it feels right.
What about if someone picks it up and doesn’t like what I wrote? Rejection, judgement, criticism… it’s all a bit scary for me. Can I pick up the challenge and deal with these scary monsters? Can I feel the fear and do it anyway? I haven’t even read the book!
This time it takes me a bit longer to feel right with it. I want so much to have the ability to accept that not everyone one has to like what I write. But can I actually do it?
Could I use the blog as therapy? I am sure it has been done before.
Could I deal with my issues by writing and learning to accept rejection and judgement and what ever else will come up?
I could work on my blocks and on my blog, sounds like a win win situation.