Obviously, these weren’t things that could be done overnight, so I started a blog to fill in the nooks of time in between. This was a really great idea except for the problem that: I actually had no idea what a blog even was. I’m pretty extra sure my first post was partially the Jabberwocky poem and nervous typos. But who needs to stride into the blogosphere when you can flop in awkwardly in all caps and gifs?! (Shh don’t answer that.)
My little blog had a slow ambling start, with shared posts with my little sister and plenty of (horrible) writing snippets and (tiny) book reviews. But eventually, I tumbled into the book community and started reviewing for publishers and making blogging friends. My knowledge of both writing and publishing expanded rapidly and I went from reading 90 or so books a year – to 200.
I can cheerfully blame so much on blogging! Because of blogging:
Now I’m entering the realm of balancing being an author vs being a book blogger. It’s exciting and a little nerve-wracking figuring out how to balance it! Some days I’m writing posts and taking bookish photos. Other days I’m neck-deep in the throes of edits, while turning stories inside out to make them the best they can be.
I have a delightfully loyal audience, my pockets stuffed with inspiration, and a TBR pile that I will genuinely never see the end of.
I couldn’t be happier with this combination. If you’re a fledgling writer and considering entering the realms of book blogging: go for it.