Only recently a fairly big deal of a person asked me why I started blogging. And I really didn’t have a good answer. Such is my reputation for being woefully unprepared, I hoped she'd think my answer of ‘I was sick of playing spider solitaire’ was cute instead of lazy but her face gave her away. Wrong answer. So I decided to think about it in case there was a next time.
So Now What? was born from reading a Blog from a lady I knew in real life. Her posts illustrated a seemingly perfect life. Her as a regular Holly Homemaker with perfect offspring. According to her regular updates, she was spending her days reading poetry to her children upon rising, making gluten free goulash for lunch then spinning organic cotton on her multi-spool spinning frame while her perfect offspring napped for at least two hours. She of course set aside this free time to write to her many African Sponsor children about her quest for world peace.
Meanwhile, in reality, she was setting her children up in front of ABC2 with a big bowl of Cocoa Pops and flopping back into bed to watch a Jersey Shore marathon. It was hypocrisy at its finest . And it bugged me. So I started my own blog, perhaps almost in retaliation.
It also felt like I had a lot of stories to tell at the time. A lot of shit was going down in my life. Not always good stuff, but with 3 children, a money pit, life as a working mother, good friends, bad friends, sickness and a husband who although sweet was often somewhat unpredictable, the words practically wrote themselves.
And when you look at it, there are over 250 posts on here now, averaging 800 words a post. That’s wait, I have to pull out the mad technology that is my computer calculator, 200,000 words. That’s two books! Although I’m not sure there is a market for a book about Cheese Toast, Bedazzlers and geriatric blow up dolls. But I’m happy to be proven wrong.
Why did you start writing blogs or reading them for that matter?
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