And now, for something completely different.
Sometimes I forget what blogging is about.
I do.
See, the magazine writer side of me feels compelled to give you tips, and products and incredible new ways to apply your mascara so that you walk away feeling compelled and clever and 67% more likely to try gold eyeliner than before clicking onto Fruitybeauty in your favourites bar (because that's where it sits, obviously).
But what I forget is that mostly, mostly blogging is supposed to be about me, the Self-indulgent Blogger, spewing words onto a page about whatever I experienced today that was interesting to me. Because, y'know, after all, blog is merely the words 'web' and 'log' joined together, and all it is meant to be is an online journal, but I just so love telling you all of the practical stuff I learn at The Magazine, that sometimes I forget that just writing about random stuff is nice too.
And why I tell you this is because this week, after three years at One Amazing Magazine, I am changing to a New Amazing Magazine, and I am fully aware that that brings with it a whole new fruit platter of scariness and newness, and the idea of blogging each night on top of this scariness and newness, was starting to terrify me a little, and feel like a Must Do, not an Enjoyable Romp, and as we all know, when blogging starts to feel even remotely like a chore, something is hideously, violently wrong and an intervention, or at least a pre-emptive strike is desperately required.
Look, probably nothing will change.
Honestly.
But I just wanted to flag
it so that if I miss a day here, or if my posts become a little shorter
that you're used to, it's not because I'm trying to break up with you.
It's just that I'll be wearing the job equivalent of a new pair of
jeans, and until they start loosening up, and moulding to the shape of
my bum, I wanted to have a little safety net in place.
With love and lychees,
Fruity Patooti McSplooti.
