"You should write a blog."
"Why don't you blog?"
"You're using your writing skills wrong."
"Dude, just publish online!"
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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!
