I created Johanna Montana just a little over a year ago. I was just coming out of a 3 month stint of chemotherapy. I had no energy to do anything but sit on my arse in front of my laptop, or TV, or sometimes both. But I had exhausted my list of films and box sets to watch and was in desperate need of something to do. So I took up blogging. I’d been blogging about my cancer treatment on another blog already, but I decided I wanted to do something a bit more generic now the treatment was over. Thus this little corner of the internet you’re in was born.
I didn’t have my heart set out of being the next Zoella. I never have. I don’t have my head in the clouds and know that it takes months, if not years, of writing and gaining nothing from it before you have a big enough following that you can maybe start making money from your blog. I just really enjoyed writing and liked to fulfil that hobby. Also as a media student, being able to say you run a blog and have some posts to show could come in handy during university interviews, eh?
All this being said you’d think viewing figures and number of followers doesn’t matter all that much to me. And in a way it didn’t. But sometimes you look at that low view count and wonder why the hell you’re bothering. If no one’s going to bother to read maybe I should get get a diary and ramble in there? Or maybe I should just talk to myself? (Who am I kidding I still kept talking to myself even when I was blogging).
Joining blogging networks and sharing my posts on there certainly helped a lot, but nowhere near as much as I thought. I even started a posting scheduled because I’d heard updating regularly on the same day(s) each week meant you were more likely to get more readers. And it works, for a while. Until my posting schedule went out the window.
I’m not a full-time blogger. I’m a full-time student with a part-time job. Those two things automatically took priority over this. If I had extra homework, or I had to work overtime. My blog took the hit for it by not having a new post published. Then I got a boyfriend and it really all went to pot. I just didn’t have the time to blog anymore. I mean it’s been a good 5 months since I last posted.
To be honest I can’t even really use these as excuses. I’m sure there are plenty of aspiring Zoella’s out there who are in the same situation I am but still manage to post regularly…
Only difference is their goal is to be a blogger. Mine isn’t. I don’t want to be self employed, relying on companies wanting me to do sponsored posts to get money in, doing my own taxes and what have you. I just want a regular job (hopefully in advertising as is the plan at the moment) with a guaranteed salary, with regular working hours.
I want blogging to be a hobby. And that means I want to do things on my own terms. I post what I want to. I don’t want to be worrying that I can’t think of something to post. If I can’t think of something to post, I won’t post anything. It’s as simple as that. I’ll post where and when I can. Be that in 5 hours, 5 days, 5 weeks, or 5 months.
So yes, I am the worst blogger. I’m fully aware of that. But I’m not going to get my panties in a twist about it. Because this was never supposed to be something serious in the first place. Don’t get me wrong, I value each and every reader I have and I am very sorry for not posting in so long. But my actual life will take priority. So if you want a serious, reliable blogger, you have come to the wrong place.
I am finally getting back to the reason I set this blog up in the first place. To fulfil my hobby of writing and just have a laugh. So yes, I am back… Sort of. I can’t and guarantee when the next post will be, because like I’ve stated a few times already in this post (and title), I’m the worst blogger ever.
What can I guarantee though? I can guarantee that the next post will be full of more rambling and bollocks just like this one was.
So until the next time I have something to ramble about! 🙂