I started The Small Hall blog in late March this year. I began without any great desire to share my life with the digital world, for me it was more about the process. I wanted to learn about setting up a blog, and I liked the idea of making a commitment to writing a few paragraphs each week. I knew I didn’t want to create an on-line diary, and therefore it would be best if I focused on a particular subject.
I live with a cyclist, I spend almost every weekend cycling, our flat is full of bikes, and I eat with cycling in mind, so cycling was the natural subject choice for me, and more specifically, cycling from a woman’s point of view. Having said that, I’m not an authority on the subject, but I decided that I would share my experiences and observations.
The Small Hall blog is now 10 weeks old, and I believe this is my fourteenth post, and I have exactly zero followers!
I have found that having no followers is in fact quite liberating, it makes me less self-conscious about my writing, however, thinking about my initial objective for starting a blog, it also feels like failure. I’ve been writing my blog anonymously, out of fear that someone I know may read it and think it’s a bit naff, and therefore I’d rather they didn’t know it was me, but of course followers would be proof to me that somebody, somewhere was reading.
It’s a little like having an imaginary friend, as a child I had my invisible friend Paul, who I used to talk to on long car journeys. Now I have an imaginary blog follower, I haven’t given her a name, she is female and loves beautiful things, she doesn’t want to wear cycling clothes made feminine with a flash of pink. She cycles to keep fit, she finds it addictive, meditative and energising too…in short she’s a little like me.
When I’m cycling I find myself composing blog posts in my mind, communicating to my imaginary follower, a kindred spirit who inspires me to look in more detail at everything around me. Writing a blog has made me more self-critical and aware, but also encourages me to see the best in everything.
The picture above is me as seen by the Mechanic ( my anonymous husband ).