When I first learned about blogs, I didn’t really get them. Truth is, I still kinda don’t.
I guess it was my first experience ever reading a blog that got me off on the wrong foot. This blog SUCKED. It was post after post after post of excruciating details of this really mundane person’s really mundane life. She wrote about big life events like getting a new white couch, for example, on sale! Kill me now. And on top of it, there was all sorts of spiritual woo woo stuff in there about god and being thankful and “living in love.” Shut. Up. (I have license to say that, you’ll see.)
All I could think is, why? Why would anyone post this for the world to see? This is essentially a, very personal, on-line diary and, I mean really – WHO READS THIS SHIT? I know what you are thinking. I know, I READ IT, but in my defense, and I am being defensive, I read it for mama bear reasons. This particular blogger is my older daughter’s stepmother and her posts were a window into my girl’s experiences when she was at her father’s home. Let me tell you, the stepmom does not practice what she preaches.
Ok. So. Despite that really icky first blog experience, I got over myself and am here today launching my own bright, shiny new blog – something, back then, I never, in a billion, trillion, gazillion years, would have ever thought to do.
What happened between then and now? It’s pretty simple, really. I have always loved to write and I decided to go for it. I spent the past year feeling unchallenged, unfulfilled and unaccomplished and quietly FLIPPING OUT about my life. (I’ll bet it has something to do with staring 50 in the face.) True, I’ve had somewhat of a career in graphic design, and I did bring two amazing people into the world but, I have been ready to move on from graphics and I want to, need to, do more than be a mom. So, after what probably was a certifiable mid-life crisis, I guess I just finally decided that I could, I should, give writing a go.
On what I thought was sort of a symbolic day – my 48th birthday – I started a Journalism class at Santa Barbara City College. This class has BLOWN ME AWAY – I am loving every minute of it. Seriously. Now I can’t stop reading and writing and thinking about ways to work as a journalist. How cool would that be?
So for starters, I thought I’d write a blog. I experience funny stuff at home and out in the world ALL THE TIME and I’ve decided to write about it right here for the world to see. I think it’s going to be fun and hopefully it will be a little entertaining too. I promise not to be mundane and I promise not to write about any new couches I may happen to buy.
Stay tuned.
October 7, 2009 at 5:51 pm |
I am all the way behind you. Be the hero of your own life. Be David Copperfield. Be Emma Woodhouse. Be Tyler Durden. Just don’t be Madame Bovary. Bitch was pathetic.
Love you,
Colleen aka Elizabennet
October 8, 2009 at 11:03 am |
You know, it’s really annoying to someone who has spent twenty years making a living as a writer when someone comes along and says “I’ve decided to be a writer” and you smirk and thin, “I’ll bet she sucks” and it turns out she’s really fucking good. I hate you.
October 8, 2009 at 11:04 am |
You don’t smirk-and-thin, by the way. You smirk-and-THINK. And then you wonder if maybe you’re a big fat fraud who should have never become a writer in the first place, seeing as you can’t even spell. Fiddlesticks.
October 8, 2009 at 12:32 pm |
Since the early days of mankind, new, white couches purchased on sale have ALWAYS been a source of spiritual rebirth and enlightenment. To make fun of those of us who believe in the divine nature of the divan and other cozy home furnishings is to anger our god. All praise Ikea!
Next, I’m sure you’ll INSIST that the ottoman empire has NOTHING to do with a comfy place to put up one’s feet! I’ll have know, young lady, that low, beautifully upholstered footstools once ruled Asia Minor and much of Europe!
October 14, 2009 at 6:55 pm |
Well done.
October 14, 2009 at 10:06 pm |
O sooooo proud of you
October 27, 2009 at 8:57 am |
Guess that would be like picking up a copy of US Weekly and deciding that all magazines are not for you, huh. Glad you gave it another chance and welcome to the World O’ Blog. You can check out any time you’d like but you can never leave.