I started blogging because I wanted to write; I know everyone says that, but it is true.
I think for me, even though I started blogging almost two years ago …because I posted occasionally back then, I still consider myself as a newbie.
Having said all of that, I want to mention that prior to me hitting the publish button for the first time with an actual post, I had my blogs up for a few months – designing my blogs I was choosing colors, picking a template, deciding what fonts I should use, and experimenting by adding different gadgets .
Learning what I can learn.
So what are 10 things I love about blogging?
Love is such a strong word. Nevertheless, the truth is, yes at first I was struck head over heels, my mouth drooled picking out fonts, my fingers trembled when I wrote the name SquaareKat for the first time and I believe I saw stars when I first wrote its description, “A four-sided view on just about anything!”
Yes, I fell in love, but the love grew because blogging and I shared a common ground, which is, I love to write – and blog wants my words. As all relationships go, it needs to start on a solid foundation – words, writing and communicating is that base.
Once all the newness faded, a commitment was established - I love that I am committed to my blogs, regardless of all the hard work that goes into a post. Being committed to something I create is special.
The little surprises amaze me daily – one surprise is the blogging community – I love the support, the camaraderie that occurs within the blogging world. I love all the kind words, and that help is easy to find.
I love that friendships develop on this forum. These are blind friendships; an alliance without voices, scents, or touches, but a bond nevertheless because of a story, a saying, or a talent that was discovered.
Blogging becomes inspiring, when you surround yourself among gifted writers.
Lastly, I am enamored with the power of words – as I write I watch the words appear on the screen and how it becomes something more than it was planned to be. A post is conceived.
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