I’ve been feeling a bit flat this past week and suffering with a severe case of writers block. Although I haven’t posted much content here in the last few days, I have still been reading other lovely blogs and I’ve noticed that my favourite blogs all share the same trait; they all seem to have been written in a bid to capture the memories of family life – a sort of online diary. That is their “niche” I suppose.
I thought it would be mine too. This was kind of the reason I started my blog in the first place. I wanted to capture every single milky moment of maternity leave because I knew it would go by all too quickly. However, I found that once I started writing, I became a little side tracked and wondered off on many other tangents. Whilst that’s ok, I wanted to write this post to remind myself what I love about writing / blogging and why I do it.
As far back as I can remember, I have been keeping diaries and writing my own short stories. Occasionally, when I get a few hours to myself (a rarity these days) I will dig out all of those old diaries and spend some time flicking through hilarious teenage anecdotes or the musings of my Mallory Towers obsessed (anyone else?!) seven year old self. I love reliving memories and I cherish my diaries now that I’m older
Writing things down always helps me when I’m feeling confused or sad. In fact any extreme emotion, be it the need for a good old rant or the discovery of something wonderful will usually prompt me to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard in this case. It’s no different now that I am a Mum of two, although having the time to write is definitely more of an issue now! I still love to write. It’s cathartic, it’s helpful, it centres me and it’s my happy place.
Like most people, I am a complex person. I like a wide variety of things. I hold many interests. I’m endlessly nosey and fascinated by other people and their lives. I’m not one to sit on the fence so strong opinions and ranting are where I’m at. I also love sharing things and places that I am passionate about. If you put this all together in a blog as I am doing, it doesn’t really seem to fit in niche as such. Following on from BML16 and the advice we were given, I have been scratching my head trying to wiggle myself into a niche in order to make my blog both readable and marketable. I can name a couple of niches that I could pigeon hole myself into but the truth is, I don’t want to. I find it limiting, a bit creatively stunting if you know what I mean?
So from now on I am going to include diary type entries of my family life. I might be the only one who wants to read about what we got up to at the weekend but that’s ok. I am going to continue to post reviews of things that I love, not because someone has sent it to me for free but because I want to. I will document our travels and share our experiences. Sometimes I may just have a good old
whinge rant when something has annoyed the hell out of me. I will blog about blogging if I think I have something to share or help. I’m no beauty blogger but I might share a beauty tip or two if I’m particularly enamoured with something. You get the point. Basically I’m going to write about whatever is going on in my head and most importantly, something that I would want to read myself.
I would be lying if I said I don’t care how many people follow or read my blog because I do. I would love nothing more than for this blog to be success and a place that people come back to time and again. I’m completely open about wanting to make a career from blogging and vlogging. But despite all of that, I have to stay true to myself. I want this blog to be an extension of me. Me as a wife, me as a mother and most of all me as just me. I’m complicated, messy, sometimes stressy, sometimes a shit mother, sometimes a lovely one, often enthusiastic about things, utterly hopeless with any type of craft and always, always a writer. I don’t know what niche I fit into but from now on I’m going to give you it all here on A Mum Track Mind. The real me, the real Fi.