In the midst of this nothing, this mess of a life. . . .November 9, 2011
It’s been a long time. i’ve spent lots and lots of time thinking about a lot of things. i’ve spent a lot of time not thinking about things. And i guess i’ve come to a conclusion.
i never wanted to be a book blogger. There are other people out there who are much better at book blogging than i could ever be. i know this because i read their blogs and i follow (and am even lucky enough to interact with some of them) on twitter. When i re-vamped my blog somehow i got stuck on one path- books. And i love that path but not for my blog. Because what happened was that i found myself wanting to talk about other things and not doing it because i was supposed to talk about books. Or i would read other book bloggers posts and feel so incredibly inferior that i just wouldn’t post.
NOW, that’s not to say i don’t ever want to talk about books. i do. Maybe a lot. But i don’t want to review them necessarily. i want to write about them when i am passionate about something. And in turn i also want to write about other things i am passionate about. Or things i just want to ramble about.
Because honestly i wanted to start blogging because i felt like it might be a way to connect with people who either don’t have regular contact with or who have similar interests. i don’t always have that in person so i thought maybe this would be a way. But as with everything else in my life i got stuck in a rut. So i’m attempting to claw my way out. i can only hope that you’ll stick with me and be patient with my ramblings.
(And yes, my title comes from one of my favorite love songs ever)