I’ve been writing a lot lately. In fact in the past two weeks I’ve written about ten blog posts…
… in my head.
Which I realize isn’t really writing at all. And that’s why I’m not a blogger.
I haven’t sat down at the computer to write anything down. Granted it’s been a busy week with planning my sister Lisa‘s bridal shower. (Which went splendidly by the way.) People who are bloggers have busy lives too. Yet they prioritize themselves and, well, blog. Regularly.
I like to write. I ‘write’ things in my head all the time. I need to make the effort to get it out. Typed into a neat little blog post, or scribbled on random scraps of paper at least.
I’ve been reading more lately, which correlates to the ‘writing’ more. I’ve been spending lots of time with Penelope Trunk. Or rather, lots of time reading her blog. I actually went back and read all her archived posts from 2009 and 2010. I never do that. But there’s something delicious about the way she writes and the way she thinks. I like reading things that make me think. I like the similarities and the differences. I like being able to relate to some things and being so curious on others I spend more time researching things that are mentioned but slightly foreign. So thanks Penelope. For all that and more.
It’s also clear to me that as much as I love writing it also feels weird to not have a photo to post along with the story. Which I think means that I’m more of a photographer than a blogger. Or because I started this website as a way to show off my photography, I’ve just gotten so used to all blog pots having a photo I’m having a hard time disconnecting a rambling personal post from a work post showcasing a portrait session.
A dear friend of mine mentioned that she spends lots of time on my website, looking at photos and especially reading my stories. That she considers me a writer. (This is a huge compliment. I’ve always loved writing and excelled in my creative writing classes in college.) And the blog posts where I’ve written more story behind the photos are her favorites. I smiled. And felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
So here’s to writing posts on the computer, and not just in my head.
Maybe if I keep it up I can call myself a “blogger” too.
(do people who blog regularly call themselves bloggers?)
And while I’m trying to break the habit but it’s rather difficult – here’s a photo I took last month of some hoarfrost.