When I started this blog, eight years ago, I had no real purpose to it. I just kind of blogged about what was on my mind. Annoying, funny, stupid, I didn’t care. Over the last few years, it’s apparent that this blog is probably more in the realm of a Mommy blog, and it took me a while to deal with that, because I always wanted to remain true to who I am. And I think I’ve done a good job at that. In general, I think that I am pretty much the same person that I am when you meet me. That is to say, I don’t feel as if I’m this character that I’ve built over the years.
But that got me to thinking. For the past four or five years, blogging to me, is sort of like reality tv, in a way. No matter who you are, you kind of do spin yourself to be perceived a certain way. Much like Kate Gosselin is perceived to be a bitch on TV. Oh wait. Sure, I might be the same person that I am on my blog, as I am in real life. And I think now, I’ve met enough people from this here world wide web to attest to that. But like anyone else, I don’t bare everything. I have a family to respect. I’ve always put up boundaries of what I feel comfortable sharing. So it leaves me to wonder, is this the same thing as “creating a character” of yourself online? Am I really any different than some branded mommy blogger?
Which begs me to ask another question. When I started blogging, of course it was taboo to blog for money. There’s a million and a half posts on that very subject. It was such a small community that when people slowly started to do it, it was all OH.EM.GEE, teh horrors! And now? It’s a credible way to make a living. But apparently, unbeknownst to me, until just recently, there are “rules” to blogging. Imagine that, rules to your creativity. You become a brand, and your life becomes about marketing yourself. Sure, you want to appeal to an audience, because even if you write “for yourself,” you’re lying if you say it’s only for yourself. I’ve tried that line, sister, and yet here I am, eight years later, still writing on a public forum, for everyone to read. Whether they like it or not. If you’re truly writing for yourself, you’d get a private journal, no? When did it become a business? Does it have to be all about rules? I’ll be honest, I’m asking for selfish reasons. I’d love to make a few extra bucks writing. I enjoy writing. I never thought I would, but I do. I find this ironic, because you couldn’t get me to sit down and do a writing assignment when I was in school. Is it not just about reciprocal reading anymore? Or commenting?
Are you a just a character, or are you are as you write? I’m not talking comedic flare here. I think we like to find people we identify with, but what’s the point of identifying with someone that isn’t all that real?