- Full-blown job?
- Outlet for anyone who thinks they are a Writer?
Yep. Could be all of those things.
I really think that for me I can check boxes for numbers 5 and 6. Probably never going to make it to number 4- that is for all those people much crazier and self-promoting than myself. Being self-promoting enough to even get a readership is going to be difficult enough.
Unfortunately, when I think of myself blogging, numbers 1-3 come to mind too easily. I’m sure it isn’t helping things that I am writing this on an empty stomach at a quarter to five after a disheartening round of futile job applications and thinking of cobbling dinner together for my husband and son out of a sad and bare-ish fridge since I didn’t go get groceries today. (No, nobody is going hungry. Yes, dinner might be a little strange. Whatever. I’ll pretend It’s an episode of Chopped.) Also, fuck you iTunes for choosing this exact moment to play “Remember When” by Alan Jackson. I pretty much always want to cry when I listen to that song, which makes me wonder why I rated it so highly. Such a downer. Such a good song.
What were we talking about? Oh, yeah. Why am I blogging? Because I have been reading blogs for years, and I feel like I am a sad little orphan with my nose pressed to the window of the warm, bakery-scented blogosphere, looking at all my favorite blogs networking and making friends. Be my friend! (Imagery straight out of “A Little Princess.”)
Also- excuse the bare bones of the template right now. True story- I’ve had this blog sitting here for 8 months. I had 5 or 6 blog posts written and saved on my computer before it crashed 3 weeks ago and ate every file on it. I have a perfection problem, and I wasn’t going to “start” this project until I had a perfect plan, self-promotion strategy, template, and 2 weeks of posts. Well, if I wait for that, I might not ever start, so here goes.