I’ve been blogging, on and off, since 2005. Feels like a lifetime ago now and it’s fair to see the blogosphere was a completely different landscape back then. Back when I started writing a blog, you never really knew if anyone was reading it, bar the occasional random comment. There was no agenda, no statistics and a lot of the time no photographs, it was more a place to pour out your random thoughts.
Ten years later, in 2015 I am still blogging but in quite a different way and for the most part I really enjoy it. Over the past few years I’ve tried to make myself a better blogger and I’ve looked to others who are way more professional than I am for inspiration but the one thing that lets me down and always is, is the fact that I am slightly, well, awkward, about blogging.
I don’t really talk about it in “real” life so few people know that it’s something that I do. I always feel like a complete idiot at blogger and press events as if I am looked down on slightly (my own issue to deal with, clearly) and I am useful at going places and photographing things as I feel everyone is looking at me.
I can’t for instance, take photos of my dinner in a restaurant. Not very often anyway. I feel like a pleb. When I go to an interesting place like Borough Market or Camden I can’t stop and take pictures of peoples stalls and offerings like so many other bloggers do because I find it frankly rather embarrassing.
Is it just me?
It can’t be, as everyone else seems to manage snapping away quite easily, it’s just not something my little awkward self can do. I’m uncomfortable about it though I don’t know why.
And for that reason I think I’ll always be a slightly rubbish blogger.