Sunday, 18 October 2015

Writing




















It makes me laugh sometimes because I actually used to hate reading and writing. At school, I was a Maths geek. I could do Maths without trying, it came naturally to me, and I did well. But English? That was a different ball game. I really had to try to get good grades. I just hated it. I didn't try, and because it didn't just come naturally to me, I couldn't be bothered.

Ironically, I then went on to fail my Maths A-Level and do really well in English..

I'm not sure what happened to be honest. It was like as soon as I started sixth form, my brain transformed and I could no longer do sums but I could write a pretty good essay. And then I went to uni, and continued to write well, but also turned to writing as my own form of therapy. I used to keep a handwritten diary but it actually scares me a little to look back in them now. I can open a page, and there are streams of numbers and calorie calculations, followed by extracts about how I could get these numbers lower and lower. It's frightening, really. 

I then made the jump from handwritten entries to blog posts. If you go far back enough, you'll find entries written from the time I was ill. I don't keep a diary or really write like I used to any more because I figured that if I kept on writing, then I'd always be ill. However, I still love the concept of writing, mostly because I think language is so, so important. We use language to give meaning to the world, express how we feel and perceive things.

I was thinking about my place in the blogging world, and where I want this blog to go. Sometimes I enjoy commercial, light hearted posts, but mostly I prefer to publish a well written piece, that I've actually thought about. Lifestyle blogging is the category this blog would fall under, but lifestyle is such a vague term to use and under that is usually where you'll find the personal bloggers. You know, the ones who capture their lives and moments with beautiful, poetic language; who allow you into their mind, and all you really want to do is continue reading because you're being offered a rare glimpse into the world.

Well, that's really what I hope for this blog. I hope it never becomes a place when blogging gets in the way of writing, because that's what I love most. Being able to write.

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4 comments

The Style Rawr said...

Such a beautiful post! I love all of your posts. You, Josie & Jennie (amongst a few others) write lots of personal posts which are always so honest & raw. In general most of the blogs I follow are fashion but I love reading these types of posts too! Sometimes I wish I had an outlet like this, I've had a lot of personal stuff going on recently but for me it's easier to ignore it & just post pictures of myself posing. Which is why I tip my fedora to you guys, you're so brave for sharing your most personal thoughts. 💜

T xx

A Lychee a Day said...

Writing is so therapeutic for me too. It's amazing how much we can actually say and write beautifully when we have a lot on our mind. Personal blogging is great, it really gives a chance to share our thoughts and experience with others :)

Ayesha xxx
Http://alycheeaday.blogspot.co.uk/

Keisha Ramsay said...

Such a lovely post! Growing up, I was the opposite...I hated english and loved math, but I was terrible at math and did really well in english lol! I find writing my post so theraputic also, I feel as though I'm transported into my own little world. I'm glad that I came across your blog...I'm looking forward to reading more of your posts.

Keisha xo
www.thechrysalisgal.blogspot.com

Emma Hunt said...

Hi Samantha!

Such a lovely post and I think it's great that in your adulthood, you have discovered such a love for writing and reading! Thanks also for being the first person to post on my very first blog. I am just finding my feet but to return the favour, I will make you the first addition to my reading list.

http://worldfromemmasbed.blogspot.co.uk/

Thanks again :)


Emma xox

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