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12 months of blogging!

Today marks an entire year of blogging!

Actually, it was Wednesday but work was crazy, and I didn’t find the time to finish writing this post.

So, here’s my story.

I’d debated a blog before, I’d even mentioned it to a couple of friends, you know, out loud. I’d just never gotten around to it. 

It was something I wanted to give a go, but I just kept on putting it off, I had so many excuses as to why I hadn’t done it….

I didn’t know where to start. I’m notoriously bad with any kind of technology, I didn’t have the time, I wouldn’t stick to it, I had nothing to write about, no one read it; the list goes on and none of the above are the actual reason why I’d put it off for so long.

In truth, I had the fear.

I was worried that I’d have nothing to say, I was worried I wouldn’t be very good at writing, I was mostly worried people would think my opinions were stupid and I’d be ridiculed. 

Now, as a general rule I really try not to care what other people think but let’s be honest, no one wants to be laughed at and no one wants to feel to stupid and that irritating voice in my head was telling me that would happen if I started sharing my writing.

By last January, I’d had enough of excuses, I’d had enough of procrastinating. I’d got past the fear. 

I’d mastered the subtle art of not giving a fuck (that’s on my TBR shelf).

Writing is something I’ve always enjoyed, I do have an awful lot to say, who cares if no one reads it, this was something I was doing for myself. 

I’m so glad I made that decision.

My original plan had been to talk purely about books, the goal was to read 52 books over the course of 2020 and share my thoughts on them. I’ve always been a big reader it made sense to combine the two. 

That’s how it started but like all best laid plans, things started to evolve and what happened next I would never in a million years have anticipated…..

I started writing about myself and my life and actually shared it, publicly, for other humans to read.

I didn’t expect to write about my feelings and be quite so open about things. Anyone who knows me, knows that this is not what I do. My friend Pete has read this blog and said:

“I can’t get over the difference between spoken Sarah and written Sarah”.

I used to keep diaries as a teenager, they mainly consisted of me whinging about school, and the boys I fancied.

I am an expert at deflecting a conversation. In my job I have a licence to skip the small talk and go straight in for the big questions, I can talk to people about incredibly difficult and emotive topics but turn the microphone on me and you’re getting nothing (yes, I’m aware of how hypocritical that sounds).

Stepping out of my comfort zone has been all levels of terrifying and cathartic at the same time.

Writing has helped. When my Dad had a massive heart attack in the middle of lockdown one, writing about it helped me make sense of a truly surreal and situation. Writing about my Grandma was the first time I’d managed to (semi) coherently explain my feelings about her and Alzheimer’s. And admitting to feeling weary about going back to work after Christmas helped start a conversation with other journalists – most were feeling the same, we just don’t bloody talk about.

There’s been funnier posts too, I enjoyed ranting about my crazy periods and the rage that management speak provokes. I loved hearing people’s mondegreens – I still get suggestions, still cackle like a witch when I read them and now have a whole set of new lyrics to songs. Hearing people’s memories of their favourite teachers and speaking to old school friends was lovely (still trying and failing to track down Mr Brennan). And writing about one of the craziest weeks I’ve ever had in journalism reminded why I’m in the job and why I love it.

Being a bit braver in my writing has pushed me to explore it, properly.

I’ve always loved writing. At primary school I used to spend hours crafting stories, you see, you had to finish your story before moving on to maths. I hated maths so I’d keep on writing (bloody clever if you ask me). Somewhere along the way though, I stopped writing. 

This past year, I’ve fallen back into the habit of doing something I love, for fun. 

I’ve been on writing retreats; I took myself away to a cottage for a week to sit and write with no interruptions. I really took the plunge and signed up to publishing courses, I’ve spent today on one with Cathy Rentzenbrink (author of The last act of love and Dear Reader) learning about how to pitch and write a proposal. 

I suddenly have ideas about what I want to write. Whether they’re any good or not, remains to be seen. Whether I manage to write a book, who knows but for now I’m enjoying seeing where it takes me.

I still get ‘the fear’ now and again, I have at times been unsure about writing and sharing a post on social media. I still occasionally think ‘do I sound like a dick?’, I’m a lot better at having a word with myself and getting over it.

When I started this blog, I just thought I’d read a book a week and write about it. Everything else has been a bonus and that includes every blogger who’s liked, commented, followed and chatted to me about books or anything else. That has been an unexpected surprise and lovely one at that. Thank you for reading and visiting, I thought family and friends would occasionally read it, not complete strangers on the other side of the world.

Some people might think it’s just a silly, little blog and maybe it is. To me it’s given me my voice back, it’s made realise I have something (lots at times) to say, it’s given me conviction in my beliefs and reintroduced me to something I love doing and that is priceless 

Thanks for reading xxx

radiosarahc View All

Journalist, writer, traveller, music lover, collector of hats, news addict, bookworm

21 thoughts on “12 months of blogging! Leave a comment

  1. I sometimes drive myself mad worrying if what I’ve said is of any interest to anyone, or if anything in it could possibly be taken the wrong way by someone touchy, but what really matters is that you enjoy writing it. Happy bloganniversary!

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  2. Dear Sarah, from your experience I could understand how blogging became an important part of your life, you gave a lot of examples of how you used it and thats awesome 🙂 I also love blogging and since I’m unemployed I say that I’m blogger ahah wish you a fantastic new year and greetings from Portugal, PedroL

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  3. Congratulations with your first year of blogging – they say the first year is the most difficult and a lot of bloggers give up before reaching that milestone. Good luck with your blog going forward!

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  4. Wow, that’s an amazing milestone! I love your writing style, and am glad you decided to do this. I too have realised that my blogging has evolved along with me, but I guess that’s a normal thing to happen, eh? Wishing you all the best for the coming year!

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  5. As an author, I find blogging weird and a little difficult. It’s easy to make up stories about other people. Writing a blog means writing about me, and I’m not keen. I’m not a big sharer unless it’s with those I know and love, so putting myself out there to strangers is uncomfortable. But I’m pushing on. Hopefully I’ll get over *the fear* as well.

    Misa | Misa’s Place

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    • I honestly don’t know where it came from 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’m far more comfortable sharing other people’s stories. I had *the fear* about sharing anything 😂

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