Every now and again, when I’m bored, I look back on my old blog posts. Some make me smile, some make me cringe. The rest just make me wonder why on earth I ever thought about writing on that particular subject. But one thing that I do get from reading them, is just how I was feeling at the time I wrote them.

For me, the best posts I have are the ones in which I clearly show enthusiasm for what I’m doing. Even if the post I’m writing rambles in parts, I can tell that I wanted to write it and that I enjoyed getting it all out of my system. The worst ones are the ones in which it’s clear, to me at least, that I’ve pushed myself into posting something, however mundane, in order to try and show that this is still active. While it’s been tempting to delete these, I’ve kept them on the blog, as whatever I think about them, some might still want to read them. I just see them as a reason to improve.

Recently I’ve been posting fewer blogs, not just on here but on one of the other sites that I use. When I have posted, it’s been more out of doing so for the sake of it rather than because I had something I really wanted to share, and it shows. I’ve long known that it’s better not to blog than force yourself to, yet you still feel that you should try to, as you never know, you might well come up with something good while typing away.It rarely happens. It’s true that life has sort of got in the way of me posting as regularly as I would like to, but something has affected it more.

I don’t think my heart is in blogging anymore. I don’t think I enjoy writing in general as much as I used to. As someone who enjoyed making up stories and stuff from the moment she learned how to put pen to paper, it saddens me to say it. I’d like to think it was down to a massive case of writers block, but I’m not so sure. Thing is, I’ve not been enjoying this for a while and while I’ve tried to get myself back into it – even restarting an old blog on another platform- I’ve given up on trying,

Now I”m wondering whether it is time I gave up on this.

Am I a Loser?

Yeah okay, I might be  a  loser.

I love my Nintendo 3DS. I have Pokemon battles with my nephew. I am addicted to Animal Crossing New Leaf and I get upset when one of my villagers leaves (you do get attached to them after a while).

I still like to collect soft toys, especially those of famous characters.

I am still far happier reading comics than newspapers.

I still love watching cartoons, both those from when I was a kid and some of the ones from today.

I see no shame in wearing Spongebob socks, or owning slippers that feature Elmo’s face.

My taste in music might not be 100% as  “highbrow” as yours.

I also tend to find animated meerkats and robots that sell insurance, sofa flogging sloths and now a purple toad that loves Vimto adorably funny.

Some might say, “you need a boyfriend”. I’d have agreed with you at one time,until I realised that men didn’t need me as much as I needed them – not much.

But you know what? I don’t care, because the things that might make me a loser are the very things that I enjoy and make me happy.  Why would you give up the things you enjoy in order to appease others, so long as you’re not harming anyone?  I’d rather embrace my so-called “Loserness” than try to give in to ideas of what someone my age should be and like.

This week I have thought about:

1. Giving my CV  a massive overhaul

2. Dyeing my hair.

3. Buying a guitar.

4. Running away to London.

5. Digging out my old video camera and making vlogs.

6. Signing up for a writing course.

The reason why I haven’t actually done any of those things is because:

1. I’m on holiday and I don’t really feel like doing any career stuff at the minute.

2. The colour that I was interested in dyeing it is not available in any of the shops I’ve been in.

3. I should probably be saving my money for something else.

4. I am probably a bit too old to be running away anywhere.

5. Nobody wants to see my face or hear my voice on YouTube.

6. See reason 3.

It’s so easy to think about doing things. So much harder to go about doing them.

30 Blogs of November: Day 11 – Spam

Since I started doing the NaBloPoMo challenge I have found an increasing number of spam comments on my blog. I’m thinking part of it stems from the fact that I’ve been posting links to a lot of them to my Twitter page (and we all know how that can be spam central). It doesn’t overly bother me, in fact the spam filter on here works quite well. It’s just that I find some of the comments quite funny – or rather the names of the people doing the commenting. For instance, one of the spam comments came from someone claiming to be Justin Bieber. Really. I don’t know about you, but I think it is highly unlikely that he would want to read a blog like mine. And could you imagine the reaction of the Beliebers if he was a commenter to my corner of the blogosphere? I couldn’t deal with the abuse.

30 Blogs of November: Day 10 – 200.

Apparently this is my 200th post on this blog. I have posted 200 times on here, which is a bit  of an achievement, seeing as I never thought I’d get past a quarter of that. You know when you start something, carry it on for a few months and then abandon it? That is what often happens with me.

To be fair there have been a few times when I have gone without posting and thinking of just ditching this altogether, but I always come back to this. That said, I did delete a load of stuff on here and start again in the early days, before this blog became the glorious mess of thoughts it is now.  Sometimes I still think about deleting some of my not so good posts, but then I think, nah. I just hope that people don’t read them as much as the better ones.

I suppose I should do something on here to commemorate this milestone, however I have struggled to think of something once again. Damn writers’ block.  Anyway, thanks to you if you’ve been reading this from the very first post. Here’s to the next 200, eh?

It’s almost November

Time was when November was only about fireworks and thinking about what to buy for Christmas but not really buying anything until the week before the 25th December. These days, it’s also about men trying to grow a moustache for a month and people trying to write a 50,000 word novel over thirty days.

Being of the female species, I can’t grow a moustache, however I did once try to go for a month without shaving my underarms. I lasted a week and a half (it probably wasn’t the wisest idea to try it in a summer month but I didn’t know there’d be a heat wave. Sorry, TMI – they‘ll be no more of that, promise). I have participated in Nanowrimo once, two years ago. I managed 10 days and 5000 words, which were mostly a load of nonsense but I still consider it an achievement that I managed to write anything at all.

I’m not considering doing Nanowrimo again this year, or in the future (I wouldn’t discourage anyone from giving it a go though, it just didn’t turn out well for me). However, recently I have been thinking about trying to write more. I have been trying to post more often on this blog of mine, but for a variety of reasons (lack of time, energy, ideas, etc) I’ve not done it as often as I’ve liked to. When I have posted, it’s more out of telling the three or so people who read it that I’m still alive, which aren’t the most interesting posts really.

So I have decided to set a challenge for myself. As of the 1st November, I am going to post a blog every day for a month. Long posts, short posts, pretty much any kind of post I can put up on the blog I will post on here. I’ll even stick the odd video, photo or audio up on here if I am in the mood for it. The only thing is: “how could I possibly come up with enough decent posts for thirty days straight?”

That’s where you come in, dear reader.

You see, I think I could come up with at least seven days’ worth of ideas for blog posts, but I think there could be times when I need help. So if anyone has any ideas for stuff that could be put on here over the thirty days, then I’m open to suggestions. So long as they are (a) clean and (b) aren’t likely to endanger the lives of myself or anyone around me, then that’s fine with me. I’ll be sure to give you a credit too, unless you’d rather stay anonymous, which again, is fine.

I’m going to have to plan this out a bit more, but already I feel a bit excited. Kind of.


My domain

I will absolutely buy anything off the internet at the moment. Today, I bought a domain name for this blog.

I didn’t really set out to get one, however I have been interested in seeing if I could get one on and off for a bit, so as to make this site a bit more professional, like (well as professional as I can make it). Out of curiosity, I wanted to see if lynsblogson.co.uk was available, and funnily enough, it was. So I bought it. Only for 12 months though.  I’ll extend it if I am still running this thing when the time on it is up.

The only thing now is working out how I actually use it on here. Is it better/easier for me to transfer the name onto here or is it easier for me to transfer the whole blog over to where I bought the domain name from and have them host it? I love using wordpress and wouldn’t want to export it to another host thinking I’d lose everything I like about using this. I have read up on stuff online but all it does is confuse me.

Maybe I should have looked further before doing it, but then it might well have been gone. Well it most likely may not have, but you know…