I could no longer remember the first time I blogged. I’ve been from one platform to another (Freewebs, Multiply, WordPress, Blogspot, you name it!), a concrete evidence of my scattered thoughts. But I decided to put them all in one place, and so I wrote prolifically in what became my official blog, Lust for Wonders, and it used the domain bethgstories. I have no idea if my entries were really good, but the blog unexpectedly allowed me to receive invites for product and book launches, restaurant openings, exclusive movie screenings, musical premiere nights and other things that needed the press people. I get to meet people of different backgrounds and social status. Everything was fun and at some point, I felt like what I was doing was very important. My thoughts mattered, and I was getting paid to write them.
But then the excitement ends there. Because one day, I read my blog and I could no longer find myself in what I’ve written. PR posts are the worst, because I was required to feature irrelevant people in what I claim to be my personal space. I was pressured to write good things despite the lack of it. I was writing not because I want to, but because I need to.
And so I created this new blog. This would be about my genuine life experiences – the good, the bad, the ugly, and the pretty. This is gonna be my no-pressure, stress-free writing avenue.
But then, who am I kidding? Of course, I’m always under pressure!