On Blogging And The Mad, Mad Blogosphere
In case you're a regular stalker of my oh-so-majestic blog, I'm pretty sure you would know the real reason why I actually started blogging.
In case you're just an innocent internet user who accidentally stumbled across this blog, let me tell you why I plunged into the sphere of blogging.
I was a twelve-year-old girl, with the body of a seven-year-old and I had, very recently, been bitten by the writing bug. I'd just finished writing my first novel (which was the stupidest, silliest story ever yet I'm really proud of it) and I just wanted to write more and more and more.
Then, one fine day, I came to know about the concept of 'blogs' because of my cousin.
My cousin's really ancient (okay, about thirteen years older than I am) and the number of times we've conversed can be counted in fingers. By the time I'd be old enough to get married, he'd be old enough to have white hair and probably end up having a piteously poor eyesight.
Anyways, …
In case you're just an innocent internet user who accidentally stumbled across this blog, let me tell you why I plunged into the sphere of blogging.
I was a twelve-year-old girl, with the body of a seven-year-old and I had, very recently, been bitten by the writing bug. I'd just finished writing my first novel (which was the stupidest, silliest story ever yet I'm really proud of it) and I just wanted to write more and more and more.
Then, one fine day, I came to know about the concept of 'blogs' because of my cousin.
My cousin's really ancient (okay, about thirteen years older than I am) and the number of times we've conversed can be counted in fingers. By the time I'd be old enough to get married, he'd be old enough to have white hair and probably end up having a piteously poor eyesight.
Anyways, …