Blogging and being a blogger takes time. If you’re a regular blogger, there may come a time when you might feel burnt out from blogging.
Blogging burnout often means feeling tired of blogging. It could mean feeling uninspired to blog or drained from engaging with the blogging community. Maybe blogging less and less.
You wonder where something will take you. The Killers, Melbourne 2018.
This month marks six years since I put up my first post on this blog. Blogging burnout is something I admittedly feel. The longer I blog about all things multiculturalism and culture here, the more I feel it. There are days where I don’t want to blog, let alone write anything.
To be really honest, there are many days where sitting down and writing a blog post feels like a chore. Not to mention days where I’ve seriously thought about calling it a day on this blog.
A lot of the time blogging is a challenge, even for bloggers who have been blogging for a while. We all blog about different topics and blog for different reasons. But what we have in common as bloggers is sharing stories on our blogs – and so much effort goes into it.
This is the 100th post that I’ve written for this blog, excluding reblogs. Next week marks two years since I’ve started this blog, this blog about Asian cultures and being Asian Australian. It has been a bumpy blogging road and as writer Jeff Goins said, “All things creative are hard. Blogging is just one of many”.
When it’s a nice day outside, it’s a sign for us to stop blogging, get outdoors and enjoy the finer things in life. Flinders St Station | Weekly Photo Challenge: Signs.
There can be days when we simply don’t know what to blog about or don’t feel inspired to blog. Maybe we feel like we’ve run out of stories to fit the theme of our blogs. Blogging about something we don’t often think about tends to get ideas flowing, keeping us motivated. Early this year I felt like I had written all I could about being a cultural outcast and racism, having written a lot about these topics over the previous year. After some thinking, I asked myself: why not look at what it means to be Asian every, single, day?
It’s never easy being a writer. Some days the words flow, and some days they don’t. Sometimes we know exactly how our stories will end, and sometimes when we write we wonder, “Where is this all going?”.
Recently, I got tagged to participate in a writing tour by Sofia from Papaya Pieces and Lani over at Life, the Universe and Lani, which involves answering four questions about the “writing process”. These questions certainly reminded me of the frustrations of being a writer.
For a long time, I laughed at calling myself a writer. I didn’t believe I was good enough. But after a year of blogging here and pitching articles elsewhere, I recently realised that, yes, I’m a writer. I can do it. Write.
It’s officially the last few days of 2013. On the 31st, lots of Melbournians will pack locations with crystal clear views of the city’s skyline, count down to midnight and view bombastic, colourful fireworks displays, welcoming 2014.
There’ll be similar celebrations around the world. New Zealanders will be the first to usher in the New Year and feast their eyes on vivid explosions of fires in the skies. Those in Malaysia will get to see fireworks erupt around the Petronas Twin Towers.
Fireworks in the sky in Melbourne. It’s hard to take our eyes off fireworks, something that we don’t see too often. Photo: Mabel Kwong
There’ll be fireworks in Hong Kong too. And in Dubai. London. New York. Los Angeles. We all love fireworks, don’t we? It doesn’t matter if we’re Chinese, Indian, American, Spanish or any other race. When there are fireworks above us, we’ll face skywards. Why?
No, no. It’s not that I don’t know what to write about for my multicultural-themed blog. I have a list of diversity-Asian-themed topics I plan to tackle, all listed out neatly and saved in a Notepad doc on my laptop.
No words. Blank. Uninspired. But opening up the notebook is always a start. Photo: Mabel Kwong
Each week when I explore a certain topic on my blog, it feels right. Something, call it instincts or gut or six sense, tells me it’s time to write about this this week. The topic chooses me. Each week I’ll open up the Notepad doc and a topic will jump out at me.