I have not blogged in a while and for good reason...there has been some negative energy up in this girl's dearie (read tushy in French) and I did not want to pass it down to you lovely readers!As a blogger, it always starts out as something you do to release a pent up something...the blog always starts with you as the only audience and then it grows to take a life of itself...the stats start shooting up and you are pleasantly surprised at how much you grow with your readers...I for one have some very loyal readers up in here!!! and I thank them for being there. Some keep me in check,some criticize, some tell me when an article I have done is crap BUT most cheer me on and call me when I have been lazy to write and they encourage me (amid shouting) to do something about it as they keep refreshing there buttons waiting somehow for an article to magically pop up! I am grateful for the audience and for that reason only I keep writing.
I remember the first time I took the bold step to start this blog...I felt like a little girl about to make the first step into being a woman. I was green and naive and my writing language was barely up to par. But I remember the feeling I had, that nagging feeling to write something down,something that I would look back at and be proud of. I had many ideas and many ways of executing the stage I was being presented. Being a perfectionist did not help either, I deleted and wrote, deleted and wrote until there was nothing else to delete. I felt like I was alone in the cold waiting on someone to come and take me somewhere warm...The first words ignited my soul and I felt like a girl learning a thing or two about being a woman, like somehow I was getting that shapely figure and that radiant allure women have BUT hitting the publish button had to be the scariest feeling of them all. I was waiting to be courted to prove my worth to my readers just like a young woman prepares for courtship. I was eager to impress.
My first follower made my heart skip a beat. I was elated.Someone out there had read my story.I was getting a message out there to the world through the www (read wet, wild and wacky.... OK am joking the world wide web )!!! Boy was I thrilled!!! The love kept coming and I kept writing. I later came to realize that it would not be as easy as I thought it would be. I hit several snags along the way, broke a couple of hearts when I hit those writer's blocks, I seduced some with my secret ballads only to disappoint them with mediocre articles. I was a woman with too a much attention who was losing some direction and it occasionally got into my head that I was considered beautiful so I started piling on the make up (in every sense of the word-the way those shags women do when they want to be city girls and impress).*If you did not understand that line, its what we call a metaphor BTW*
Being a grown woman means doing it with grace, it means maintaining the innocence but getting rid of the naivety,it means being beautiful but being modest when the praise comes your way, but above all it means acknowledging that friends ,foes and critics are there so that you can grow and reach your element.This blog has taught me the value of carefully taking into consideration what I put down. It has taught me that as much as reader statistics don't really matter, the readership show you the path and direction to take as an amateur writer, it has taught me the value of writing form the heart because its from the heart that a person's true essence reveals itself. It has simply taught me the value of drama (don't get me wrong- People love good stories!) and above all it has taught me that there are loyal people out there....so for all my loyal fans, thank you for being on this journey with me!! I love y'all to pieces :)
I remember the first time I took the bold step to start this blog...I felt like a little girl about to make the first step into being a woman. I was green and naive and my writing language was barely up to par. But I remember the feeling I had, that nagging feeling to write something down,something that I would look back at and be proud of. I had many ideas and many ways of executing the stage I was being presented. Being a perfectionist did not help either, I deleted and wrote, deleted and wrote until there was nothing else to delete. I felt like I was alone in the cold waiting on someone to come and take me somewhere warm...The first words ignited my soul and I felt like a girl learning a thing or two about being a woman, like somehow I was getting that shapely figure and that radiant allure women have BUT hitting the publish button had to be the scariest feeling of them all. I was waiting to be courted to prove my worth to my readers just like a young woman prepares for courtship. I was eager to impress.
My first follower made my heart skip a beat. I was elated.Someone out there had read my story.I was getting a message out there to the world through the www (read wet, wild and wacky.... OK am joking the world wide web )!!! Boy was I thrilled!!! The love kept coming and I kept writing. I later came to realize that it would not be as easy as I thought it would be. I hit several snags along the way, broke a couple of hearts when I hit those writer's blocks, I seduced some with my secret ballads only to disappoint them with mediocre articles. I was a woman with too a much attention who was losing some direction and it occasionally got into my head that I was considered beautiful so I started piling on the make up (in every sense of the word-the way those shags women do when they want to be city girls and impress).*If you did not understand that line, its what we call a metaphor BTW*
Being a grown woman means doing it with grace, it means maintaining the innocence but getting rid of the naivety,it means being beautiful but being modest when the praise comes your way, but above all it means acknowledging that friends ,foes and critics are there so that you can grow and reach your element.This blog has taught me the value of carefully taking into consideration what I put down. It has taught me that as much as reader statistics don't really matter, the readership show you the path and direction to take as an amateur writer, it has taught me the value of writing form the heart because its from the heart that a person's true essence reveals itself. It has simply taught me the value of drama (don't get me wrong- People love good stories!) and above all it has taught me that there are loyal people out there....so for all my loyal fans, thank you for being on this journey with me!! I love y'all to pieces :)
kudos madame.... job well done.. continue with the great spirit and rub off some of that mojo to come of us...
ReplyDeleteThanks Ciirub..the mojo does not have to be rubbed to anyone since you my dear seem to be on fire of late :)Keep reading and I will keep writing!
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