Blogs, in general, have become a little stale for me lately. And I guess I better add the big, fat, flashing disclaimer here, that this is just my humble opinion. Pls don’t get pissy with me for exercising it, or think I’m sending subliminal messages or whatevs. And like I said before, I GET that there are bills to be paid and sponsored posts to be, er, posted.
I just don’t get as excited about reading blogs as I used to. Or, crucially, as much as I want to. Y’see, that’s the crux of it. I’m actively seeking something to fill the blog-shaped vortex currently in my life.
If that wasn’t the case, you could quite rightly write me off with a flourish of ‘well she’s the wrong target market anyway.’ But as someone who has surfed that sweet dot com tide for several years now, both professionally and personally, I know it can’t just be me who’s hungry for summin’ exciting to happen in the blogosphere, and soon.
Maybe I’ve been mulling this over because I’m currently trying to find my own blogging niche (again). I want to write – and regularly – but I’m not sure what to write about. I want to have some sort of theme or hook for consistency’s sake, so people know what to expect; so people will come back for more.
So, in order to answer my own question, I’ve been thinking about the type of blog posts I love reading. And d’you know what? In a nutshell, I bloody LOVE being nosey. That is, I love the ‘dear diary’ sort of blogs which detail the minutia of the writer’s day. This, don’t forget, is what blogs used to be all about – daily web logs. DO YOU SEE?
Waaaay back in 2006/2007, one of the blogs I love love LOVED reading was Liberty London Girl, in her first incarnation, when Sasha used to post daily anecdotes as a London fashion editor living in New York – albeit anonymously. She’d pretty much post daily, so it was like a little soap opera unfolding on blogger.com, and I used to religiously return to get my next instalment. I had the same sort of feels when What Katie Wore launched in 2009.
Similarly, two blogs I love reading now are Vintage Vixen (I interviewed Vix here fyi) where Vix will not only give you a breakdown of whatever amazing bohemian outfit she’s conjured up that day, but you’ll also get a detailed run-through of what she did, too. I bloody love it – and a cursory glance at the number of comments she gets from loyal readers (and with zero self-promotion on social media!) proves that I’m not alone.
I also really love Hannah Gale‘s blog, and have been championing her for some time now (remember me when you’re big and famous, yeah HG?), as I love her writing style, which, as well as feeling like she’s IN YOUR MIND, is also very detailed about her day, and how she’s feeling rn. It’s honest and raw. Writing-wise, she bares all, and I know this ‘lack of polish’ sometimes bothers Hannah, but if she went and got all glossy on us and started self-editing too much, I’d probably get bored tbh. If I wanted high shine and all advertorial, I’d buy a bloody magazine. And you know my thoughts on those (see here)…
Sidenote: I think it was Hannah who I tweeted saying I think blogs are reaching #peakglossiness, so it’s about time I put my money where my maaaaarf is, eh?
The thing is, this nosiness, or inherent interest in other people’s lives isn’t a new thing for me. When I think back, I used to love diary-format books when I was growing up, from What Katy Did, to Anne Frank’s The Diary of a Young Girl, Adrian Mole and even the aptly-titled Diary of a Teenage Worrier.
There’s something about the format; about being able to get to know the writer, to be allowed a peek inside their life, and to know that there’ll be something to dip into the next time you check back in.
It’s about being reassured by the knowledge that someone out there is feeling the same feels as you.
But I know humans are instinctively curious about what other humans are doing. It’s why I can’t help but rubber neck when I walk past a house with no net curtains for a good ol’ glimpse inside, and why reality TV is so popular. HELLZ, it’s even why we find ourselves watching a TV programme about PEOPLE WATCHING TV PROGRAMMES (hiyas Gogglebox), right?
Now, for me to get involved in this style of writing involves me overcoming a hurdle. I’m fiercely private. I hadn’t realised this until recently, but I do find it hard to open up, emotionally. There are certain parts of my life that I do not deem fit for public consumption. I also, for someone that can talk an inane amount o’shite, find it extremely hard to lay my feelings bare.
Conversely, there’s also this other side of me that wants to show-off. Meaning if I haven’t got something amazing or perfectly put together to post, then I don’t usually bother.
So, anyway, I KNOW I said I’d be posting daily (here) – and in fairness to me, I’ve had a shitty time of it of late (read here to catch up), and I have been poking my head above the blogging parapet more regularly recently, but it’s taken me a while to find my stride. I finally think I’ve found it.
This approach will also tie in nicely with my desire to start a daily journal – two birds, one stone and all that jazz. Nit-pickers among you will note I’ve essentially spent this entire post NOT talking about me or documenting my day but give a gal a break, eh?
I’m thinking about easing in with a few retrospective posts, about my time spent pre-Christmas in Gemma Cairney‘s amazing Margate apartment, and last Sunday in the Chiltern Hills. After that? I guess it’s over to me *gulp* So hope you’ll come on this journey with me (SEE header image – geddit? Oh, and note #NOFILTER cos I’m going to lay my soul bare, if I DARE)…