And so it came to pass that the little hairy-nosed wombat emerged from a deep, long slumber. She sleepily made her way to the mouth of the burrow and blinked in the bright summer sun; it’s been way too long she thought to herself – time to face the world.
It really has been way too long. I started blogging in 2014, initially as a way of staying connected to family and friends across the world, but then a wonderful thing happened – I made friends with likeminded bloggers and very quickly I had a circle of new friends; people I wouldn’t have met face to face. It was a wonderful community. We wrote about life ‘stuff’ and somehow connected with each other. It was a hobby and I loved it.
I started to incorporate photography as my love of the camera started to develop. At the same time people were encouraging me to write more, they were enjoying what I wrote. “You should write a book” they said. “Don’t be ridiculous” I thought.
I was researching creative writing courses to undertake but at the same time the creative juices were drying up. Something had changed. And now here I am, crashing into the end of 2019 with only a handful of posts for the whole year, most of which are photography posts.
It would appear that I have lost my creativity and my blogging direction and wonder if it’s time for me to retreat into my burrow for good.
The blogging world has changed in the five years that I’ve been online. It’s now a saturated space and many bloggers are turning their hobbies into a way of earning a living and hobby bloggers are slowly disappearing – aren’t they? I think it’s time to reassess what this Wombat is all about and why she’s here. It could be time to change direction, find a new theme, or to go private or disappear altogether.
I’m sure the handful of followers I had have since tired of the silence and turned their attention to a far more meaningful and rewarding space; afterall, we are all searching for maximum satisfaction with the minimum effort. We all change and our needs change with the marching on of the years.
Is anyone actually there?