It’s an odd thing, this blogging caper. When I started this one almost three years ago, I thought I wanted to be a food writer maybe, and it would be good to have an online portfolio of my writing that potential employers could review. Then maybe I might get a newspaper column or some magazine writing somewhere. I didn’t know. Something traditional, anyway.
People from work read it, printed out the recipes, said lovely things about it from time to time. Two of my greatest friends were incredibly encouraging as we emailed each other between filing stories, chasing up photographers, interviewing, making endless cups of tea and talking about maybe having babies one day. I liked working in newspapers, enjoyed being an editor, but it was not news I was born for. My friends thought I could do great things with a blog. I didn’t know what I thought other than I must have been the only one in Australia wanky enough to have a blog… how wrong I was. That’s the good version of wanky, by the way.
When it became apparent that I was not going to have my door beaten down by anybody in traditional media wanting my wit in their pages, I kept on blogging. I felt a little self-conscious but was getting such lovely feedback I felt I sort of owed it to the people who were interested to keep going. I blogged on and off that first year, alternating between loving it silly and thinking it was the most useless piece of drivel clogging up the internet. I got to a point where I thought I’d done all I could with it and could walk away and never think of it ever again. And I really think I could have back then. I wouldn’t have missed it. But a woman wiser than myself advised me not to and to plug through until I didn’t feel that way any more. And I’m really glad I did, because (ugh, syrupy sugar alert, avert your eyes) it has enriched my life in so many ways.
It is you, the reader, who have turned this blog from a half-hearted attempt at writing on the internet into a little community of its own. I have made friends here. I have found things I’ve fallen in love with, I have been thoroughly entertained, and I have learned so, so much. It predates both my babies, which blows my mind. The genuine love and care they and I have been shown is incredible and humbling. Sure I blog and I give of myself, but I get so much more in return.
Some of you take time out of your day to read. Some of you comment. Some of you pop up on my Facebook page, some on Twitter, some on Instagram. You’re always respectful, you’re always nice, you put up with my dodgy humour and you don’t mind if sometimes my photos are really, really shit. And some of you have taken the step to not just dip in and out of the site, but to sign up as subscribers so I’m in your inbox nearly every day. That is a hell of a commitment and I want to tell you all I’m grateful. I recently contacted some email subscribers I had chosen at random so I could send them a little gift pack of tea for being so awesome. You’re all awesome, the ones that come just for the recipes, the ones that stick around and chat, the ones who email, the ones who link to me in their posts, anyone who’s ever typed in my URL address, anyone who’s come here accidentally but stayed anyway. YOU are the reason I stopped writing in my little locked diary and write here instead. YOU are the ones who like what I do, and if you don’t, you have the respect and kindness to keep it to yourself and maybe try again another day. YOU are why I stay up probably longer than I should after the babies have gone to bed because I can’t bear the thought of you visiting and having nothing new to read. YOU are fun as hell and I like you all a lot.
So, thanks. I hope you’ll stick around.