I've been blogging now for well over a year and I've never once tired of it. I honestly love this blog. I love what I write, how it looks and I love that people actually take the time to read it.
In the beginning my friends and my Dad (bless him!) were my only readers. Gradually over time more people have started reading and I love tweeting and replying to comments that people have left for me.
I'm never short of things to blog about, I have a queue of blogs waiting in the queue. Much as in life, I'm not short of things to say so why should my blogging world be any different? I've written some pretty personal stuff down in here too.
I find inspiration of things to write from everywhere around me. When I find a new theme/idea I quickly jot down some points in my notepad and it feels like I've found the gold at the end of the rainbow (alas without the "actual" gold *sigh*).
If you had told me a few years ago that I would be writing a blog in the future I'd have looked at you with surprise and told you to stop being so daft. Now I can't actually be without it. It's like a comfort blanket I guess.
I find inspiration of things to write from everywhere around me. When I find a new theme/idea I quickly jot down some points in my notepad and it feels like I've found the gold at the end of the rainbow (alas without the "actual" gold *sigh*).
If you had told me a few years ago that I would be writing a blog in the future I'd have looked at you with surprise and told you to stop being so daft. Now I can't actually be without it. It's like a comfort blanket I guess.
I really wouldn't change a thing about it. It's lovely. It's mine.
