I’m going to do a slightly different post for today. I recently realized that while I’ve talked a little bit about HOW I started blogging, I didn’t talk anything about WHY I started blogging, nor why I kept blogging even though all of my other blogs were massive failures. Yes, other blogs. Plural.
I have had several blogs before I started this one. My first blog, one written by thirteen and fourteen year about me from the POV of my pet hedgehog (lasted eight months and 16 posts before it died), a cooking blog (nine months, couple dozen posts), a blog cowritten by me and friend (less than two months, three posts), and a writing blog (got the main page up…and then it died). It had nothing to do with the blogs themselves, I just liked the idea of it. It sounded fun, in theory, but in reality I lacked the motivation (and the frequency of posting) to allow them to grow past a tiny side project.
And then, I heard about this absolutely fantastic idea. This fantastic idea? ARCs. That’s right. I started blogging about books because I heard book bloggers get…you guessed it…free books. And not only that, you got free books months before they actually came out. It was the greatest idea ever!
And that’s why I started a book blog. But that’s not why I kept blogging.
I come from a family of readers. But very specific types of readers. My mom only reads romances. Think Nora Roberts kinds of things. My dad reads sci-fi, epic fantasy, and horror. My dad strays from his genres to read the occasion award-winning intense contemporary, my mom has strayed maybe a total of three times. One of those times it was to read Uglies, for whatever reason, which she weirdly adored. But, for the most part, they steadfastly refuse to leave their little niches.
I, however, took any book you offered (quite possibly snatching it out of your hands). I would visit the library weekly, checking out 15+ books at a time. The librarians knew me. I racked up impressive fines (I’m pretty sure I single handedly paid for the new library branch). I read massive quantities of books. The problem?
I had no one to talk to about them. None of my friends were (or are, really) readers. I would read an amazing book, rush to talk to them about it, only to find not only had they not read it, they had no idea the book even existed.
I was undeniably a bookworm, but I was missing out on a major part. The community of it, the way that liking similar books can connect you to people, the connections being bookworms can cause.
And then, I started blogging. And I somehow, accidentally stumbled into that community without even meaning to. Within the first few months, I had made friends that not only liked the same books I did, but genuinely loved books, genuinely loved talking about books, and genuinely loved being in the community.
I may have started blogging to get free books, but I stayed because of the community I found. I stayed because of you guys.
And I don’t intend to leave any time soon.