So last Friday, I was in a rush to finish Altered (so that I could mail it out to the next person on the ARC) tour, and one of my friends approached and said, "What're you reading? Oh, psh, you're reading for fun? I don't have the time to do that."
And I was this close to snapping at her.
From a lot of strangers or family members, I get the occasional, "Oh, you do this for fun? / I don't have time to read / Is this why your GPA isn't as high as it could be?" etc. etc. My friends, though, a good amount of them know I blog. They respect it, or I used to think that they did. When they ask me about my blog, I get both nervous and excited. Nervous, because it's something I keep close to my heart, because people can and will mostly certainly judge me for it; excited, because of the former reason.
So I couldn't believe this girl had said that. That she had implied that my reading was only a hobby, that it wasn't hard work to keep up with school, blogging, and writing. Oh, maybe she didn't realize that I would take it in this way--true, but it's not the first time that's happened nor do I think it's the last it will happen.
There's enough drama revolving the role of bloggers in the publishing world--do we really need our friends to be questioning our efficacy too? Or rather, the importance we place in blogging in our daily lives?