I have blogged before about how I do my blogging, but don’t think I have ever looked at the why.
Why do I blog? Some reasons I came up with are:
- I love writing
- It’s an outlet
- I am a creator
- Following my dream
- Sharing is caring
- I belong
I love writing
I have always loved writing. Back in school I loved dreaming up scenarios for the essays we had to write for our language lessons, and outside of school I loved writing stories. I wrote my first ‘novel’ when I was only fourteen, and I loved the bit of naughtiness it had in it. At that age I knew my parents should never read my words, but when about three or four years ago I re-read the story, I knew it was actually quite tame. Just not tame enough for a fourteen year old back in the early eighties. I even edited the story back in my teenage years. It was written with blue pen, edited with red.
For quite some years my writing was dormant (marriage, kids, life), and then I started scribbling things again, but it only really took off again when I came to the Netherlands and wrote the true story of my last nine months in South Africa, when I was in a mentally and physical abusive relationship. I self-published that book, and then wrote and also self-published the true story of my friend who died of AIDS. Once that was done, and I was totally back into writing mode, I looked for a next project, and that is more or less how this blog was born.
It’s an outlet
I started this blog to share my stories, and then moved on to sharing my stories and my images. Gradually those stories became a bit more personal, where I still wrote about myself in the third person. There came a time when I started writing in the first person, and the more I shared, the more personal I got. My blog became an outlet where I didn’t only share my sexy stuff, but also about Master T’s health, my grief when my mom passed and much more. In the past year I haven’t written many erotic stories, but I have written a LOT, and I can’t help but believe that if I hadn’t done that and don’t keep on doing it, I might come to a point where I feel I go crazy. I need an outlet for my thoughts and feelings, and that’s what my blog has grown into in the almost 10 years I have it. It’s my little spot on the world wide web, and in a way it keeps me sane.
I am a creator
I have always been a creator, and when I am creating, I am happy. Looking back on my life, I see myself drawing as a teenager, designing my first wedding dress in my early twenties, making my own clothes too, designing cards, designing websites (also for two companies), taking art lessons and making (erotic) paintings, and of course, writing. All through my life I have always been busy with creating in some or other way. This is so much part of who I am, that I just can’t be without it, and every time I sit down to write, I am creating something from nothing. I start off with a blank page, and have a proverbial smile on my face when I am done.
Following my dream
One of my dreams is to be my own boss, and what better way to do it than with something you love to do. I would love to make enough money with my blog to quit my job completely, or to work only 2 or 3 days per week instead of 4. By continuing to work on my blog, continuing to write and create and run the Smut Marathon, I keep on believing that my dream (or at least part of it) will come true. And even if I have to work the same hours I do now for some years to come, I will keep on doing what I do, because one should always follow your dreams!
Sharing is caring
You might have seen me using this phrase a lot when I share my #SoSS posts. I truly believe this is true. Under this heading I don’t only think of sharing the work of others, but sharing about your own experiences too – the good and the bad. So many times during my ‘blogging career’ I have received messages where people thanked me for writing about a specific subject, or things I have done or am curious about. People thanked me for putting my words out there, because it made them feel less alone in their own situations.
When I started blogging I didn’t do it because I wanted to be part of something. I wanted to get my words out there, and yes, of course I wanted to be read. But, something wonderful happened. I became part of a wonderful, loving and warm community, and had I known beforehand that this would happen, I would probably have started with blogging many years before that. I feel like I belong. I feel like I have found my people, the people I have unconsciously been searching for in all those years before. Anyone can be part of this community. Just start a blog, share your posts with the different memes out there and comment on the blogs of your fellow bloggers. I can’t emphasize enough how important that last point is. I can’t comment on all blogs I read, but I do make sure to comment as much as possible, or at least show the writer that I had read the post. Like I said, anyone can belong to this community, but just like with other relationships, it is a two-way street.
I am heading for ten years of blogging in January 2020, and I am definitely planning to keep on blogging for many years after that! I picture myself as an 80-year old, still writing about the sexy things I have in mind. My grandmother passed away when she was 83, and up to the end she stayed up late one night a week to watch a sex talk program on television, so I am sort of planning to follow in her footsteps…
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