Back in March, 2010, when I first began blogging, I didn’t know very much about the blogosphere.
I set up a simple blog on rebelchick.net and began writing about daily occurrences, my favorite poems, concerts I attended and a little fiction.
I did it mostly for fun and as a way to find a bit of happiness. After making the decision to leave the work force and take an “early retirement” as I like to call it, my little blog was a way for me to flex my creative muscles…and to find my voice.
I began working on a novel that had been tugging at me and for a while, it went swimmingly.
And then one day, I realized that I hadn’t touched the novel in months.
Because I was busy blogging. Rebelchick.net became therebelchick.com and my days were spent learning the ins and outs of blogging, networking with other bloggers, joining blogging forums, introducing myself to brands and PR companies and doing what most bloggers do: trying to carve out a space in the internet for me.
A little over two years later, my blog is a completely different machine than it began. And I’m okay with that.
I consider myself a professional blogger. I may not bring in the income that I did with a “real” day job, but I am having so much fun doing something that I’ve always wanted to do: writing. The funny thing about blogging as a job is that even though I only make a fraction of what I made in the work force, I actually spend twice the amount of time on it than I ever did at a desk job. Seven days a week, 24 hours a day…365 days a year. There are no days off and I am always checking emails, tweeting, instagraming, updating my Facebook, thinking up new blog posts, reviewing items, planning trips and the stories that will go along with them…and I love every second of it.
I still think about that novel at times, but I’ve let go of the guilt associated with abandoning it…With over 30,000 blog readers on a good month, I think that I am reaching more people with this personal blog that I ever would have with my novel.
The story that I wanted to tell? It’s being told through this blog, in bits and pieces, here and there…and people are responding to it.
When I talk about my life, about the tragedy of Angeline’s father’s death, people respond. My daughter sees this as well, and this is what makes a blog on the internet so powerful: the immediate response we receive when we pour our hearts out.
There are no worries about publication and book sales. There is no sense of defeat, because even if one single person responds to our story, our experiences with suicide, with grief and depression, then I feel gratified.
I didn’t begin blogging to earn a living, to make friends, to attend conferences.
I didn’t begin blogging for any reason other than to start writing again.
Have you ever heard that saying that if you do what you love, you will be successful?
Well, 2 years and 1000 blog posts later, I have found that to be true.
So thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for commenting. Thank you for sharing.
You’re pretty awesome.