My parents are well aware of the time I spend blogging, and my father in particular thinks it’s a complete waste of time. Ok, maybe only mostly a waste of time, but he thinks I should be writing something that can be published in a more traditional way. He thinks I could write a book.
(Oh, and he’s asked me not to mention him in my blog so I’m sure this post will just thrill his heart!)
Anyways, my dear Pops (yup, I call him Pops, or Popsicle or pumpkin Popsâ€”don’t ask) thinks that blogging is okay, but writing something along the lines of an article for a publication such as a magazine or newspaper, or a book would be far better use of the hours that I spend blogging. I wasn’t kidding when I said I spend a lot of time revising blog entries; for me blogging is a time-consuming work. And I try to respond to most of the comments I receive by email too so that adds to the time I spend on blog-related stuff (I know, Don’t cry for me Argentina, right?)
Before I started blogging, I may have thought of how cool it would be to write a book but it wasn’t ever a dream of mine. Once I started high school and decided that I would go into the medical profession, the idea of writing as a profession never crossed my mind. Then university happened and one thing that was consistent was the need to know how to write well if you wanted good marks. I always loved writing and wordsmithing so I was in my element when I had to write essays.
Four years after university and I’m not in the medical field, and likely never will be, so I have to start accepting my current careerâ€”which does involve some writingâ€”as my actual career, and not just something I’m doing to pass the time. I also do some editing in my work and I think that’s why in the past, friends have come to me with a book to be edited, a master’s thesis to be read and edited and countless essays. I have a friend that when she has an important letter to write, she drafts it and asks me to “finesse” it. I love doing that. But all of this doesn’t mean I can write.
So I’ve been asking myself: do I want to write, or is blogging enough? Do I feel that there is a story within me that needs telling? Can I write? Maybe I’m really more suited to writing compelling letters about how someone will take legal action if their requests are not met, or emails asking someone you don’t know to be your mentor.
I have been a reader for my entire life, but I’m not delusioned enough to think that loving to read means that you can write. And of course you want to write your own story and not just mimic style of your literary heroes, so that’s something else to think about.
As I’ve discovered the blogs Nigerians, I’ve noticed that for a number of them, blogging is not the only writing they do; there is other writing that they spend the majority of their time on, and that is the reason they stay up till 3 in the morning, banging away at the computer keyboard (not to blog, like I do). They are working on a project: a novel, a collection of stories, an article, a play, a screenplay, the list goes on!
From Adaora to Favoured Girl to Vera, we have talented writers among us who are working away at accomplishing their writing dreams. There’s also the author of The Mrs. Club among us as a blogger: someone who has published a book and who also blogs.
Writing a book is not easy, but it might be a worthwhile undertaking for someone who already knows she enjoys writing. I don’t know if I will go forward with it, but it’s interesting to think about anyway.
Oya, writers let’s hear you: Do you write? Do you want to write? Do you have a plot but don’t feel you can write it? I want to know!