When I got shortlisted for the Mumsnet Blogging Awards, I was so excited. The thing that excited me the most was that it was down to the public vote. It meant that people were actually reading my blogs and, even more shockingly, enjoying them enough to vote for me. I love writing, but what I really love, is that other people love my writing. You lay yourself bare, press ‘publish’ and wait. You wait for the likes and the loves and the comments – not because you are a sad individual who has nothing better to do, but because it makes it all worth while.
Then it happened again: I got down to the final 3 and once more because of the public vote. This time, as well as feeling euphoric, I felt validated. Somehow, it made me feel that I really could call myself a blogger and it justified the time that I spend on it. I still don’t have a clue about SEO. I haven’t mastered Pinterest. I struggle with widgets and don’t really understand what it means to self host. I suppose that I blog in a fog. The writing is the clarity, the rest is shrouded in mist.
I’ve become hooked on Strictly Come Dancing and as I was watching on Sunday night it struck me that, despite loving the show, it had never crossed my mind to vote. Who does vote on these shows? Apart from family and friends, who actually bothers to vote? Voting is an interesting and faceless process. I am so incredibly grateful to everyone who voted for me. People who I have never met, but who enjoy what I write. Every week the dancers on Strictly say that they are enjoying being a part of the show and they do not want their time to end. I am really enjoying blogging and as long as people are continuing to like what I write, regardless of what the judge decides on 12th November, I don’t want my writing to end.