I guess I consider myself a blogger. I love to write, although I’ve taken time off to live life and move forward and other such things. I turned to blogging more than five years ago as a means of clearing my head and talking to someone – or no one – without having to go outside an albeit awful relationship at the time. I wanted something to do. I wanted something to help improve my writing and create good habits and bounce ideas off others for the many book ideas I have.
I have three active blogs. Each of them represents a different aspect of me. There was a time when I only kept one and it got too cluttered with everything and I needed to start dividing and creating categories and separating different aspects of myself. Now, I have three. You are here at my personally personal blog which is just that. And about me finding myself and being myself and doing what I do and just writing about it.
Then there’s my baby. My lifesblood of the blogging universe… Shameless TV. The one that really started it all. And I still like to write there because I love TV and I’d love to write for TV and there is just so much to talk about.
And then there’s my notebook. Why We Fight: Essays on Buffy. That is a place where I can obsess about Buffy and put down ideas I’m having about a particular aspect about the show I want to write about so I can flesh it out later, and hopefully publish these essays.
I don’t especially have a lot of followers. And that used to matter a lot. I was trying to write for an audience. And while I’m still doing that, I’m writing more for me. And if someone happens to stumble upon a little nugget of gold I put out there, I hope they like it enough to comment. And I hope to become friends with those who share the same thoughts as I do or read the same blogs or are passionate about the same things. And I’ll be grateful either way.
So I guess I do consider myself a blogger. It’s just who I am.