Yesterday afternoon, after reading for about five months approximately, I did it: I finished the entire Harry Potter series. Seven books, one hundred ninety-nine chapters, three thousand seven hundred and thirty-three pages. As I ploughed through the books, a certain someone kept asking me why I’d spent so much time reading children’s books. Surely that’s time wasted? Well, frankly, it isn’t, and I’ll tell you why.
As you may have noticed, I did not post a single blogpost last week. I mentioned on my Facebookpage that that was because of school – but that wasn’t the entire truth. I usually have no problem coming up with a post three hours before the deadline. However, the main reason I couldn’t do so last week was because I just really had no clue what to write about. I found dozens of topics, but none about which I could fluently write an interesting post. I was stuck in a block I could not get out of.
Blogging always seemed so easy to me. You just sit down and start writing, get it published and that’s it. But after four months of doing it myself, I know better now. There are so many things you need to think of: frequently posting, finding the topics, finding the time, and, most importantly, writing things that people find interesting – and especially that last one isn’t easy. The easiest pit to fall in, is to write about your personal life.
It has been three weeks since I started this blog. As nervous as I was to begin one all by myself, I know now that it really was the best thing that could have happened to me. It’s so amazing to have my own little corner of the internet, and I would recommend it to everyone. Why, you may ask? Well, allow me to explain to you why blogging is this wonderful.