So I’ve dabbled with blogs before. Never really got that far.
I suppose I was never really sure what I was hoping to achieve with one.
Now I find myself at the laptop again, looking at themes and feeling the urge to write.
Of course I question myself repeatedly, bathing in self-doubt; the old ‘imposter syndrome’ I suppose.
Yet despite this here I am.
It seems my slightly verbose nature is the perfect adversary to confront these fears.
All I know right now is that I need an outlet of expression and I must take action despite any fears.
You see I’m a cook.
I’ve been one since I was 12.
I have realised that I need to find a way of documenting my cooking and my relationship with it. I may even find an audience that can relate or finds it useful.
I am brutally aware of how unoriginal this sounds and of how the internet is virtually infested with a plague like pestilence of food blogs. It is from this very facet that many of my hesitations spring.
But.
Maybe mine is different.
(Or maybe that’s what they all say).
