why I’m bad at personal blogging

I’ve never been very good at personal blogging.

My writing has always been one way or the other - I’m either writing academic papers, book reviews, or creative interviews, or I’m writing in my journal. And, I have the type of journal that is password protected in a neat little folder, saved on an external harddrive. What I mean is, it is digitally locked.up. Like, I don’t even want anyone to read it posthumously. And this certainly doesn’t mean it’s filled with anything bizarre, shocking, or badass - on the contrary, it’s filled with such typical girl thoughts and behavior that I blush a little just reading back on them. 

So there’s my predicament - I’ve never been good at middle ground, and though I reveal bits and pieces of my self online all day - tweets, pictures, observations - something about keeping a personal blog has always scared me.

Yet, all my favorite blogs are exactly this kind. I’m the type of person who skips right to the “Modern Love” column in the Sunday Times, who waits for the new Dear Sugar column, and who keeps a short-list of NYC bloggers on the top of my bookmarks list, which I must admit I check before reading about whatever horrible real-world thing has happened that day.

And because I’ve fallen out of my journaling habit, I think it’s high time that I started sprinkling more of these types of posts into my blog, rather than just creep on everyone else’s, giving no embarassing personal entries in return.

So raise your glasses to TMI, ya’ll. (because it’s on it’s way)