This little mess is my desk and this mess is represents all my blogging and University work all piled into one crazy bundle which is basically my life at the moment. I started blogging just over a year ago but have given up twice and now when my life is at its busiest I decided to start again.
Blogging is a crazy world. It feels almost unreal. It's hard to explain to people and that look you get when people just don't get it is one I have seen a few times. The thing is I love people reading my blog but I also find it really hard to talk about in real life. My blog isn't about anything - I don't do beauty or crafts or anything particularly useful - so I think it's more difficult to explain to people. Reading blogs is a weird one too - trying to explain how you read this thing on someone's blog about a product or a place or just a funny story is infinitely more problematic than if you had heard the story in real life not blog world.
It's hard not to get addicted to the numbers - to the number of followers or page views. It's hard not to get jealous of the people who's blogs seem to bloom in an instant whereas you slowly plod away at yours. Its hard not to get desperate for followers - to start to pretend you are something you are not - when the only reason you started your blog is to be yourself and to have fun.
Sometimes it's hard to know what to say. Sometimes you are worried you have revealed too much and sometimes worried you haven't revealed enough, that any lifeless droid could have written that post. I worry more about my grammar and spelling on my blog than I do in professional emails. I am writing blog posts at 10.30pm at night, I plan blog posts in my lunch hour, I think of ideas when driving, I see blog pictures wherever I go - it consumes my life and I love it.