I know sometimes you are puzzled when I talk in this blogger code. The way when we are out I go into blogger mode.
The way I don’t allow you to dig straight into your food, you get a little impatient, I get a little rude.
For you’re hungry and I want to get the shot, you’re saying please be quick, I want to eat this hot!
Standing on the chair for that overhead flatlay view, you beg me to sit down, you think people are looking at you.
Once I’ve snapped my pictures and we dig into our feast, I pull out my notepad, begin to scribble my thoughts, there’s lots of them to say the least.
We chat a little, we drink a little more, when it’s time to leave without paying your face turns red raw.
It makes you feel uncomfortable but it’s just my job, you might not understand it but please don’t become THAT snob.
For now you go home and sit in front of the telly, whilst I sit typing about what’s gone into my belly.
I type and edit late into the night, scheduling all my media, outside it’s getting light.
For a bloggers work is never done, there’s just so much to do. Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter are just to name a few.
I choose this online world you say, and yes I do agree. For the adventures that I’ve captured, I’m as happy as can be.
You may not understand it, you may have enjoyed your tea, but when you know what work goes in please don’t call it free!
Love your friend,