It’s been a minute, folks. I’ve had many post ideas, but found myself lacking in either time or motivation. I intend to make improvements in this area, with plans to write with more consistency. Even though I haven’t posted much, I have continued to make my way through some amazing books, including Eating in the Light of the Moon and The Handmaid’s Tale. In another blog post, I want to explore the theme of female autonomy from both fiction and non-fiction perspectives. But…..that’s not this post.
This post has more of a back-to-basics kinda theme. Why do I blog? How did it all start? My personality leans toward enigmatic, so I thought I would share how I fell down the rabbit hole.
How did I become a blogger?
To answer this question, I have to elaborate on my views on blogging versus writing. Wait…you might be thinking that they are the same thing, right?
I draw a distinction between blogging and writing. I am a writer and blogging is just another tool which I use to promote self-expression and/or ideas. I am minimally interested in all of the typical blogging ventures: SEO, growing audiences, trends, branding, etc. Perhaps I should have more of an interest, but at this moment, my blog is still primarily a creative tool. And that is really how it all started.
I have always kept paper journals. Somewhere in a box lives my hot pink Mead spiral from first grade, a collection of haiku from fifth grade, and lots of paper journals filled with bad poetry and teenage angst. I became an accidental blogger sometime during the New Millennium, joining the LiveJournal wave. It probably started out of a pathetic attempt to keep track of the three friends I had in high school, but it soon became a regular habit.
LJ was actually a magical community. I connected with people close and far. We had an LJ meet-up at Barnes & Noble. We were opinionated and argumentative; supportive, kind, and intelligent. My LJ timeline included starting college while overcoming personal tragedy. In a blink of an eye, my world had fallen apart. LJ was a place where I felt less lonely. It also served as distraction as I read about other peoples’ lives. I had the freedom to explore deeper ideas and join communities of like-minded people.
As we all know, nothing stays the same. Newer technologies emerged and people started to spend less time on LJ. It still exists, but it isn’t the same. (Honestly, I haven’t been on the site in years). Myspace happened. Facebook emerged. Everyone wanted to be friends of Tom or Mark. Instead of reading words, audiences were more interested in pictures with brief captions. I hopped on the Myspace bandwagon and tried blogging – it was awful. I have already shared my thoughts about Facebook.
I stopped blogging. My community had disappeared and I was really busy with school and work. I wrote some pretty badass Amazon book reviews, but my online writing presence was diminished. A particularly intense bout of depression brought me back to blogging, and Seferlover was born. I started to use this blog to help me express myself and distract. I have had one loyal reader (shout out to Dayle!). Honestly, it didn’t matter if I had a gaggle of readers. The words just needed to pour out of me.
As I have grown as a person, I find that I also have a desire for my blog to undergo transformations. It will always be personal, but I really have the desire to focus on book reviews and analysis. My future blog self would like to contribute more to other sites, exploring our current social and political climate through the stuff that I read. That’s my jam.
Speaking of jam, I always listen to music when I blog. LJ days included a lot of Ms. DiFranco, Tori Amos, and Nine Inch Nails. I still am pretty emo: I love me some Sufjan Stevens, Vampire Weekend, Fleet Foxes, Simon & Garfunkel, and any rendition of the song “Shady Grove”.
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❤❤❤ can’t wait for your Handmaid’s Tale review! Such a powerful and scary book. I read it many years ago, so some details are fuzzy, but some are seared into my memory.
Thank you, Dayle! I completely agree – the book is haunting. The ending was my favorite part. : )