I realised about a year ago that I wouldn’t be a journalist, and overtime I’ve become increasingly comfortable about that decision.
At the time I came to that quite painful realisation, I thought it was also time to give up writing altogether. Writing blogs, if it didn’t ultimately lead to journalism was to me like buying shopping and then throwing it in the bin: a worthless waste of time.
Now I see things differently, and actually think I’m pretty lucky. I’m not tied to deadlines, what I write isn’t edited, and nobody can accuse me of “lazy journalism” although the lazy part would certainly be apt.
My failure to get a nomination for a football blogging award did smart, but unlike many others I cannot claim to feel legitimately hard done to. I didn’t deserve to win, and I won’t, which is justice served. I’ll leave winning stuff to the genuinely talented or popular.
However, much as I thought it might, it didn’t kill my passion for blogging.
The freedom to write something uncensored and original is a source of great pleasure to me, and getting positive feedback from my small audience is still richly rewarding.
I might be bitter about not getting any readers anymore (I could post naked pictures of myself and be confident that nobody would see them, such is my shortage of readers), and I often lose faith in myself, but I very much think blogging is greatly needed.
Good bloggers are able to tell us stories others won’t touch and introduce concepts that are still hot and fresh.
It’s a great way for people who want to write to find a medium to express their voice, and for those skilled or lucky enough it offers a potential route into journalism.
It’s my intention now to promote good blogs, and more significantly good writers through a top 25 bloggers post. I’ll promote their blog and hopefully introduce readers to the best writers outside the mainstream.
As for me, I’ll write occasionally, I’ll throw hissy fits when nobody reads my posts, but I’ll do it for nothing more than love of writing