When I started this blog a few short months ago, it was in preparation for my creative writing future. I named it “Word Craft”, because I wanted to write prose and poetry, and hone my skills in order to apply for a Masters programme in creative writing at the University of Cape Town.
But I got side tracked by site stats and how many likes I could get. I quickly figured out (it’s not rocket science, I did study journalism) that a post with photographs get more clicks than a post that’s too text heavy. The same goes for posts about personal stuff, or posts that offer advice and encouragement.
But I am not a great photographer. Nor am I an agony aunt, or someone who likes to blurt to the blogosphere about her emotions, likes and dislikes. That’s not what this was supposed to be. I started out strong, with short stories and poems and even a cartoon, but I was new and nobody knew me. Then I started doing The Daily Post’s daily and weekly challenges, and they are awesome, but that is all I’ve been doing. I haven’t done anything truly creative in a long time. It’s nobody’s fault but my own. Problem is I don’t know what to do now.
Do I pack up and move my creativity to journals, where I’ll miss out on feedback from real people? Or do I try some more, push through the sludge to publish something creative, even if it doesn’t get me as many likes as before? Or do I start something completely new? I think this picture by Austin Kleon sums up how I feel all the time about writing.