I’ve been addicted to blogging for many years now. My first attempt was a foray in to the political world; the second a daily account of what I loved. None of them quite stuck however, until I moved to Australia and tried my hand at writing about my life Down Under and travels around the country.
Soon I found myself pouring hundreds of words into my little corner of the internet, finding it much easier to write a 1,000 word essay on hot air ballon flights than I ever did when I needed to chat about Kant at University. Presumably because I’m actually slightly more interested in having epic adventures and making jokes than I ever was about fallible logic.
But after starting to blog ‘properly’ last year – shelling out cash for a domain name and actually trying to promote myself a bit – I realised that the actual writing bit was the tip of a very large iceberg. Now I was trying to entertain a way bigger audience then before, and with that came an extra set of addictions. Blogging? It’s just a gateway drug, and it leads towards some far more serious habits.
Right now I’m on a tiny tropical island in Indonesia. Surprisingly enough for a place that only just got cash machines installed, the internet here is not particularly reliable. Which is just fantastic when you’re someone who works online. Over the last couple of weeks I’ve had moments of tearing my hair out as pictures fail to load and my emails can’t refresh. Yesterday the power went out across the entire island and I couldn’t charge my laptop let alone access WiFi. The fear.
I guess this links up with the above, but not being able to post a photo on instagram or schedule some twitter posts makes me squirm. Ditto if I’ve not posted something to Facebook for a day. My other half is so fed up for being told off for checking his phone at dinner when I’ve got snapseed open to edit a photo to post. “It’s for the blog, not for fun!”.
The days when I used to be able to enjoy myself without first needing to get ‘the perfect shot’ sit fondly in my memory. Now I’m unable to simply watch a sunset without snapping away or go on a scuba dive and not see half the fish through the back screen of my Go Pro. Of course it means that my skills are improving, and I’ve now had a few times where I’ve taken pictures that I’m really proud of. But I do need to remind myself to enjoy the moment sometimes without feeling an urgent need to record it!
As I delve further and further into this crazy world of travel blogging I find more and more amazing, funny and inspiring writers who’s journeys are a joy to follow. This means that I’m more likely to be demolishing a few new blog posts about other peoples adventures than a novel, and I’m reading actual books less than I ever have done in my life. The justification? I’m basically reading the books as they’re being written and following stories in real time.
What do you think? Do you agree, or is there a way to be a blogger while maintaining some balance? let me know in the comments!