I’ve been wanting to write this for a while. The thoughts have been brewing around my head for a few weeks now, but it’s only really this week that I’ve been able make sentences and conclusions from the jumble of questions.
If you’re not a blogger, or even properly aware of the blogging world, this probably won’t make any sense. But for those in the bloggersphere, you’ll know what I’m talking about. There are endless posts about how blogging has changed and how there’s all this negativity and fakeness amidst bloggers, which I suppose is true. There are “tiers” of bloggers in terms of success, and where you place yourself tends to depend on one thing:
How much money you make from blogging.
Monetising your blog is an apparently sensitive subject. Whether you declare sponsored posts, which brands you collaborate with – it’s all a bit of a minefield that people love to talk about when it’s other people, but not declare when it’s about themselves, if you know what I mean? Which is fair enough, how much money you make is a very private matter and is nobody’s business. But it’s gotten me thinking lately, do I want to monetise my blog? Should I?
Making money from my blog would be great. I love writing on it and creating content, so getting paid for that would be epic. And I’m a freelancer anyway, so it’s not like I couldn’t make it work. I’ve always got ideas, and to be honest the only thing that keeps me from blogging regularly is the time. Because it’s difficult to justify spending time on something I don’t get paid for when I have other jobs scheduled where I do. But if I were getting paid for it, then that would be different, right…?
Getting paid to blog seems to be more about your social media numbers than your actual content. About how many followers you have and how many likes you get. And listen, no shade, because there are girls out there with 18k followers who are killing it. With unified Insta boards and meticulously scheduled tweets, their social media presence is flawless. And I could do that. I could Insta and Tweet and Snap every single step of my life in order for people to “like” it. Because then brands would pay me. Simples, no?
I just really can’t be fucking arsed to do that, babes. Soz.
Maybe it makes me lazy, and unambitious, and maybe I don’t deserve to be paid for blogging if I’m not willing to slave away over social media like everyone else. Maybe I haven’t earnt it. Because that shit is hard, and I applaud anyone who can slay like that. But me?
I don’t have a perfect life. And it sits really uncomfortably with me to pretend like I do in order to get money.
I don’t eat avocado on toast for breakfast. I don’t even like avocado on toast. (I like avocado, and I like toast, but not together. Don’t hurt me.) I don’t have marble accessories and 100 journals in pastel pink. I don’t own a copper vase to put peonies in. I don’t feel the need to tell everyone every time my cat does something cute. I feel overwhelmed and inadequate every time I open Twitter. Blogger chats make me feel dizzy. Impersonal holiday snaps and flatlys and monochrome images of desks are starting to bore me.
The blogs I love reading, the ones I go back to again and again, are because of the people.
The girls who write them are funny and honest and it doesn’t matter if they’re blogging about babies or homeware or fashion or beauty or food. I read them because I like them. I like their writing style and their photography and their personalities.
And I want people to read my blog for the same reasons.
And whilst we’re (I’m) being honest, I can’t read another duplicate, cliché, generic blog post. I don’t need to be told how to create a designer capsule wardrobe, or about a make-up product that’s only for white people, or what I’m doing wrong with my life that’s keeping me from ultimate success and productivity and just general perfection-flavoured amazingness. I’m not trying to lose weight, I’m not looking for new make-up brushes, and I don’t need ANOTHER post about how to make my blog 600 times more popular.
And I can’t write one either.
So where does that leave me? And where does that leave Bright Green Room?
To be honest, I don’t quite know.
I know I want to keep blogging, that’s for sure. And I know I want to write about what I want to write about. What I would want to read.
And the money thing? Well, we’ll see.
Right now, I’m not willing to curate a perfect Instagram board, and I won’t be tweeting every five seconds because fuuuck that. But I want to try and be as honest and consistent as I can. And who knows, maybe blogging will swing round in my favour, maybe more and more people will be looking for “relatable” content. Maybe brands will catch on too. Who knows.
As Autumn comes, I want to blog more regularly, and I want to create content I’m proud of. But I want to do it my way. Because I wouldn’t be proud of it otherwise, and then what would be the point?
So I don’t know. I don’t even know how to end this post. Except for saying that I want to blog more, and I’m going to try my best to do so.
Thanks for sticking with me.