Online journaling used to be a thing of mine. I loved doing it, and the gratification I received from the few faithful followers I used to have on Livejournal made the whole exercise rewarding. We’d chat about life, work through whatever issues I might about, and occasionally we’d talk about movies and books. I blogged about everything. I wasn’t self-conscious about my content and whether I’d get comments. I got into a really awesome writing habit when I blogged regularly.
Lately, though, it hasn’t been a priority. Even blogging about personal things has become a non-existent priority. It actually amazes me how easily I abandoned blogging on Livejournal.
In some ways I miss it, because I’ve become so self-conscious of what will happen to my will to blog if no one replies. What if no one reads my posts? All the self-doubt about something I used to love has somehow sucked the love and fun out of it.
So I’m going to do something about it. I’m not going to try to do something, I’m going to do it. I’m going to start up my personal blog again. I’m going to continue blogging here about writing. And I’m going to start doing it to the point where I can get my head past all the self-doubt and just do it, and fall in love with it all over again.
Because blogging is writing, just as much as noveling is writing, and I won’t settle for excuses for not doing any kind of writing.