I heard the word “blog” for the first time about a decade ago, understood its meaning a couple of years later and executed my first-ever blog on Blogspot when I was on my previous “must-do-something-creative” phase. Since I am as unstable as a fish in water, it never became a hobby or a practice. My low self-esteem and all-round lack of confidence also primarily contributed to the belief that I could never, ever write anything which was worth a read.
Then why am I on Medium?
There are a number of reasons. The first and most dominant one being, my unsatisfactory career. I am stuck in a non-creative job environment. I spend most of my waking time with people as lovely as Dolores Umbridge (from ‘Harry Potter’) and as full of life as the Dementors of Azkaban (also a ‘Harry Potter’ reference) . I do not have a dazzling or commanding personality so I tend to get ignored. I am depressed most of the time. So, I took to typing my anger and frustration away, mostly as a therapy.
The question that I would ask myself is- How long would I continue writing? Also, how serious am I about writing in general?
Honestly, I don’t know. I fantasize all the time about writing a saga that would make me the next Tolkien, Rowling or Martin. I have random characters and rough drafts rotating in my brain. I have been told by my husband that I have the potential to be a good writer.
Maybe I am. Only time will tell.