I’ve been trying my darndest to keep up with blogging regularly. So far I’ve managed three weekly posts in three weeks which, for me, is actually pretty productive. Not to mention my other attempts this year: whether it’s been my travels to Oslo or Berlin, a reaction to the treatment of zero hours workers or my most-read post to date, a reflection on figuring out the uncharted waters of pregnancy.
The online world seems so oversaturated with bloggers that it can feel a little daunting, or even intimidating, trying to get yourself heard. I first started blogging in 2009 (an actually-not-terrible account of my film and TV habits but with a fairly offensive colour scheme). Do I wish I’d kept it up way back? Well yeah, when you see what other people have achieved in less time. The platform was practically in its infancy back then and carving out a place might’ve been easier to do.
I didn’t, though. I started it back up yet again in 2014 and ended up meeting like-minded folks in and around Glasgow, before abandoning it again to resume my Master’s degree. I’ve posted the odd piece here and there but what I really lacked was the drive and commitment. Enter #TheGirlGang. This lovely community of online babes host regular discussions, Twitter chats and events designed to bring bloggers together. Turns out I’m equally as awkward and self-conscious online as I can be IRL- striking up and maintaining conversation doesn’t always come easily to me. When I heard about their #GGBlogChallenge though, I was intrigued. 30 days of blogging throughout September? Well that’s all well and good. It’d be a way of getting to know people writing about similar things in different ways. It might force me into productivity… but what about topics? I can’t come up with an original idea every day for… Aah wait, they’ve got that covered too.
30 days of structured post ideas and a ready-made support group.
I literally had no excuse other than I was super busy the last couple of days, didn’t check the internet and it’s already the 2nd of September soooo…. better late than never, right?
- Introduce yourself. Where are you from and what do you love about your home town?
HELLO! My name’s Adrianne but almost everyone who’s ever said it out loud gets it wrong, so I also go by Ada. I’m 29, which for a long time was The Scariest Thing. I’m coming to terms with it now (especially because a lot of my friends have already turned 30 I’m not the oldest).
Blogging with any kind of intention or plan is strange to me as it’s not something I’ve ever done in general life- for better or worse. I studied events, PR, marketing and journalism at Master’s level, and thought I’d walk out of this into a sweet, sweet creative industries job. Preferably event coordination or anything involving content creation, maybe with a focus on community engagement. The reality wasn’t such a seamless transition, but I’ve learned to worry about it less. On the bright side, if I hadn’t been so keen for another creative outlet, I might not have started volunteering or blogging again- every cloud, right?
I love anything cult and horror related. Most of my chat comprises film and TV references. My music taste hasn’t really evolved a great deal from my teenage loves of pop-punk and grunge. My favourite season is autumn, because I have a mean basic streak. My favourite holiday is Hallowe’en but I’m also a sap for Christmas. I take my coffee black and I don’t like milky tea. I’m suspicious of anyone who could prefer cats to dogs.
I don’t like thinking about how much I’ll have to spend to decorate myself with all the tattoos I want. I will never have travelled enough for my liking but I’m always glad to be home. I don’t like really like cake or orange juice with bits in it. I’m incapable of writing an introduction or about me without it sounding like a Myspace profile.
Oh, and in little under four months time, I’ll be going through the ever-so-slightly life changing experience of giving birth to my first child.
I live in the south side of Glasgow, Scotland. Having lived in the city centre and east end, and worked in the west end, I’ve come to the conclusion that south side is the best side. It’s not my home town but it’s definitely my adoptive one. It was somewhere I’d always wanted to live and when the opportunity arose, I jumped at it. Living in the city centre is handy but exhausting. Being south of the river is close enough that you can walk (or easily commute) into town, but far enough that you don’t feel suffocated.
There are loads of little cafes and shops, community enterprises and open spaces. One of my favourite places is the flagpole at the top of Queen’s Park: on a clear day you can actually see mountains.
So if that’s not my hometown, then where is? Well, I was born in Glasgow but raised in a town about 12 miles outside it known as Cumbernauld. A New Town, built in the 1960s to accommodate the fall-out of people moving out of the city, it’s hard to find anywhere that’s more maligned. To be fair some of it does look like an architect’s idea of a practical joke: family homes designed along streets with no pavements, a town centre that encourages saving money because there’s nowhere to spend it and a confusing mish-mash of underpasses and roundabouts. Its main focal point has even been awarded for its ugliness.
Like so many people from peripheral towns, I wanted to be a part of the city and moved out when I was 17 (which was, in hindsight, way too young, but try telling a 17 year old they don’t know what they’re doing). When I moved back six years later, I’d grown up a lot and grown a li’l fonder of the place. My family (for the most part) are here. My long-time friends, the school ones who I went through the worst times together, are here. I know its streets like the back of my hand. As much as I’ll slag it off, I’ll defend it if anyone else does so. Plus, being somewhat country-ish, it’s got some pretty stunning hidden gems if you know where to look.
So there we have an extended, rambling and overdue introduction- both to me and to the #GGBlogChallenge. I’m not gonna lie, there’s an extremely high chance I’m not going to keep this up EVERY SINGLE DAY. What I am gonna do is bin the excuses and use this to get into the swing of writing regularly. To get some discipline. To make a conscious effort to join in something bigger than my own li’l blog and maybe come out as a better writer because of it. Who knows? It’s super late and I’m now officially two days behind, so I’m signing out.