Doing It Wrong

So it occured to me this afternoon that I've been going about this whole blogging thing wrong. 

Admittedly I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing but who the heck wants to read book reviews on a blog? Not that I'm an expert, but that's what Goodreads is for. And does anyone do more than just glance at the star ratings on there? Don't answer that, clearly there are I just don't really get why. 

Fact is there's a lot about this whole thing I don't get, and that's really put me off on doing anything legitimately good. Or at least fun. No pictures, no humor, no voice...nothing for people to get attached to or that they can't just see a better version of elsewhere. I think part of my problem is that I've been looking at blogging as something I have to do to eventually meet with success as an author. Key phrase being "have to." I don't care how good a book is supposed to be, the second it becomes necessary reading (for example, a teacher or professor assigns it) it becomes work and puts a foul taste in the back of my mouth reminiscent of rotten cotton balls and old mucus. 

So it's time to put on my big boys pants and take the whole thing seriously, which really means taking it less seriously. I need to make it fun. Not just for readers but for myself as well. Writing is a passion for me, and I want to make it my career, this is a part of that and hey, it's writing too. I've been so caught up in being concerned with being professional on my blog that it's literally strangled me so that I've had inconsistent start-stop like a broken down car. Henceforth, I promise to make this fun. To make this into something I WANT to get to my computer for and hopefully, something other people will actually want to read as well.