"You should write a blog."
"Why don't you blog?"
"You're using your writing skills wrong."
"Dude, just publish online!"
Just some of the sentences my friends have used over the years that finally made me make a blog.
Well the seeds were sown and I did follow their advice.
Okay so I made it, what next?
I'm a rather private person. Seeing that I share very few things with people around me. Well okay when I do talk I can go on for hours about books or music or other things that have caught my fancy. But I don't really let out my inner person too often. Well I do, but only if you're lucky.
The idea of sharing what I felt seemed rather weird to me. I didn't even believe in my writing back then I think. So I made a blog and posted stuff anonymously. In the beginning I'd post old peotry that I had accumulated over the years. Gradually a few new ones too. I didn't want people reading just yet.
It was like I was waiting for a miracle to happen. Now that I think of it I was being quite silly.
As I was pointed out once, what's the point of a blog when people aren't reading it? So one fine day the following conversation took place with my best friend.
"You know how you're always pestering me about my writing?
Well I started a blog." I said meekly.
"Omg! No way." She shrieked. "Send me the link."
Flash forward a month later. I ask my friend, "so, did you read my blog?"
"I'm sorry I didn't, I'll read it right away," she apologised
There went my heart. It dropped down low.
Well that was the fact. I've tried that on a couple of other friends over the past few months. Getting the same response, or something along the same line. I thought to myself, well that's alright, I never did indeed write for anybody but my own self.
I wasn't ready to let people read my poetry just yet.
Just forward a few more months later. All of a sudden this urge rose in me, to share.
Now I can't exactly point out to a particular moment but it was like a tubelight went off in my mind. Okay so what, I'm just a little slow like that. But that was my moment when I knew that I want people reading my poetry. Perhaps connect with it. Share it with people they love. Even if it touched someone's heart somewhere I'd be happy.
A few months ago, I remembered reading a blog which had a star sorta badge. I don't know why that fascinated me but it did and kinda got stuck in memory. So here I was hunting for that blog late one night.
(It was 3 am I think)
Few minutes later there I'd found it! Indiblogger it was. I quickly googled it. (Well thats how we get answers, don't we all?) Signed up for it. Made an account, submitted my blog. Done and signed off.
The very next morning I got an email that my blog had been accepted even though I anticipated it to be at least three to four working days. Hats off to the team for being so speedy! I would say I did jump with joy when that happened but I'm trying to sound like a sane person here( hush hush).
The very first day, and within an hour or so I got my very first comment. Sikes! Someone who appreciated my poetry. I think I just died and went to heaven. Hehe. The wonderful gooey feeling made me want to turn into mush. What could I say? I think I was finally opening up!
I just wanted to thank Indiblogger for this amazing feeling. Hence the inspiration for this article. For everyone else, well I hope your journey has been better than mine.
Happy blogging! :)
Note: After writing this article, I've been staring at it since an hour, contemplating if I should publish it. Oh what the heck!