Today marks two years since I first tentatively dipped my toes into the online writing realm, and welcomed into the cyber world my blog baby, NappyDaze. After months of encouragement from my husband, who saw I was drowning in an endless sea of nappies (literally – read my very first post and you will see why), I figured I not only had a perfect opportunity to indulge my passion for prose, but also posterity to gain. My son is a lucky recipient of his many milestones now electronically etched into cyber space for him to access at any point in his life. Because baby books, and recording their landmark childhood moments are sooo last century J Of course it remains to be seen if he thanks me or not. Considering the fact I blogged about the time he accidentally ate his own poo, I might not be looked on so favourably by he…
As all wannabe writers know, it’s a battlefield out there to get your blood, sweat and tears, in the shape of your story, noticed. That is why a blog is so unique. You are not in need of an agent to flaunt your wares and no Editor can crush it with rejection. And really what any writer wants is to be read. To have your voice heard, to interact with others, to paint a picture out of paragraphs, whether it be for posterity or opinion, is such a drug. And when you have your own platform, this addiction is readily available at any time of the day or night for you to get your fix.
Perhaps I don’t get as much time as I’d like to dedicate to my blog, and because I have made a conscious decision to keep some things sacred, and am not as controversial or parochial as others, it can limit your audience. But I also am aware if I didn’t have it, my head may long ago have exploded! There’s quite the ever present crowd of sentences and ideas swarming about, vying for my undivided attention. And I’ve also always felt just the act of getting an issue out of the cloistered confines of my mind often results in a sense of clarity I previously would not have had. The art, therefore, of this blog, has been cathartic to say the least, but also amazing with the people you “meet” along the way.
I never knew it could be possible to have favourite writers who were not named on the cover of fiction books, but with blogging, you come to unearth some voices that resonate with you, that inspire you, or that just plain make you laugh out loud (yes Mrs Woog, I am referring to you!) They can offer advice in such a practical way that perhaps a million official baby & toddler books cannot. There is a wealth of experience available at the tips of your fingers in the blogging world.
So from what started from my inability to keep track of Master H’s momentous instances in infancy has blossomed into to my own personal avenue of exploration. I’ve long harboured a love affair with the written word and having an outlet such as this has been instrumental in reigniting a spark that had been prematurely extinguished years before.
It’s not the biggest, boldest, brightest or best blog in cyber space, but it does the job for me. Why? Because it gives me a license, a purpose, to indulge in the one thing I love to do most. Write.
To sum it up, using my most treasured Julia Cameron writing quote: “picking words is like picking apples: this one looks delicious”. And man oh man, all along this baby blogging journey, I have had so much fun selecting the perfect fruit for my posts every step of the way!