There was no direction with the blog. Sometimes I would post news, sometimes poetry, and sometimes I would just write about the day just to have some new content. After college I continued this cycle of endless blog posts about creativity and nothing at all for a good 6 years. Then I started to fall out of love.
It wasn't necessarily the blogging I fell out of love with. Finding content is easy. Even when the content sucks, someone will come view it. The views didn't really matter. I wanted readers, but after several years I knew I'd never become one of those bloggers that makes money with their content (Necole Kane for instance). Throughout the years, I watched people make connections and climb business ladders that wwas out of my reach. I cheered people on from the sidelines because I was genuinely happy for them. But I was really doubting my own abilities. When I expressed my frustrations and doubts, it was returned with more mean comments than nice ones. Did anyone really care? It was time to move on. Plus I was working a full time job and curious about the book publishing world.
Now why would someone that couldn't figure out how to gain a revenue stream from blogging move to publishing? Clearly I love writing too much to think about the business aspects before I make new moves. The world of book publishing claimed my attention overall. Even if I didn't make a lot of money, it was more beneficial than free labor after a long day of being on someone else's clock.
However, I missed the blogging world. I was and am still halfway in it. Every once in a while I search for interesting content to read. When people share their new posts, I quickly click on the links to see where their minds are at. And I've been missing putting out random content of my own.
I don't know if I can write the same way I was writing 10 years ago. That energy is gone. But I'm going to come back whenever my heart yearns to type something up and quickly put it into this world wide web.
