Blogging. Blogging. Blogging.
You’re up at 5am to vet the 1100 photos you have taken from the day before. It’s a Sunday.
The following Sunday you are in the garden at 6.05 am taking pictures of a Peggy Porschen cupcake you need to photograph from the day before. You need that shot so you can write a blog post, however you really want to eat it as well.
You know you love blogging when you’d rather stay in for the night and type away and you miss out on your favourite pizza.
You know you love blogging when you buy a certain bag/top/scarf/another bag just so you can keep them for a few days take pictures for your blog and then return them 7 days later. And then the cycle repeats itself. Is that just me?
You head to your nearest Pret A Manger to capture that perfect image of a cup of coffee as they have the perfect feature wall. You nearly fall off your chair trying to take the perfect shot.
You download and pay for a new film release on iTunes just so you can keep up to date with the chat on Twitter. You watch the whole 3 hours even though you find every minute boring and it’s of no interest to you at all.
You apply a full face of makeup even if you’re feeling crap just on the off chance that you may be able to grab that Instagram shot. The chance is literally 1 in a million.
You take a bag of makeup products to a busy beach on a warm sunny day. You take photos in the sand and on the wooden tide breaks. People look at you strangely. Then you have to clean everything when you get home. And it take hours. That scrub you took with you now consists of actual grains of sand.
You think about blogging everywhere. In the car, in the Tesco queue, washing up, watching TV. On the treadmill. Mid massage or bikini wax. Ideas can come at any time.
You document everything you eat and drink. Cocktails and canapes. Sandwiches and soup. Tea and cake. And you’ll let any hot food go a little cooler just while you’re perfecting that shot. Your partner sits opposite you while you lean over the table, moaning you need to eat up but you carry on taking pictures regardless.
You work bloody hard at it. You loose sleep and a lie-in so you can start typing and choosing the photos you want to use for your latest blog post from the day before.
The sun is shining and it’s a beautiful day, instead of spending all day in the garden you will compromise. The morning will be spent on blog work and projects. The afternoon reading that book in the garden and going for a walk. And even then you’re thinking of new content you can produce.
When do you realise how much you enjoy blogging? Do you also forfeit a lie-in on a Sunday to produce content and turning on your laptop is one of the first things you do in the morning? Before you even make coffee?