If you’ve been following along for a while, you’ve probably realized that my life is full of things that inspire me to write — everything from family and pets to Alzheimer’s disease and Penelope Joy and running to marriage. And, if you haven’t been following along for long, welcome to the light. This is a blog of randamity. And it sometimes makes it hard to … well … “Blog” (with a capital “B”).
You see, I love to write. It is my outlet. It is my therapy. It is my happy place. And that’s probably why I’ll never make any money from this blog. Because:
- I write what I want to write. You can’t really place me in a “blogging category.” This isn’t humor or fitness. It isn’t poetry or creative writing. It certainly isn’t a craft or recipe blog. And I am most definitely not a “mommy blogger.”
- I write when I want to write. I only write when I have something to say and when I’m feeling creatively inspired. That means I may post at 6 a.m. on a Saturday morning, 6 p.m. on a Sunday or 10:30 p.m. on a Friday. Sure, I could schedule my posts — and sometimes I do. But, for the most part, I’m all about instant gratification. Basically, this is how it works: The mood strikes; I write; I post it; I move on. I tend not to pay attention to the research — at least for this personal blog — that tells me when most people are reading (3 p.m. on Wednesdays, for example). And I tend not to write just so I have something to post for fear of people forgetting about me and my blog.
- I write for me. And only me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so very happy to have people who want to read what I write. But, I won’t let advertising “categories” define what this blog is, who this writer is or who my readers are.
So, to sum up: if you’re looking for a humor, mommy, recipe, craft, fitness, poetry, DIY or other niche blog, you won’t find it here. What you will find? Pure, unedited honesty. Respect for life and the (sometimes heart-breaking) lessons we learn along the way. Mostly, though, you’ll find life. Yeah, that’s what this is. It is a life blog. With real-life stories — about the good, the bad and the ugly.
And, love, you will find love.
Edit: After Mr. B read this blog post, we had the sweetest conversation. And I just have to share it — because it’s just further evidence how waiting to find the “right piece” makes for a beautiful, frame-worthy puzzle.
Mr. B: I like your life blog.
Mr. B: I like being a part of it.
Me: My life or my blog?
Mr. B: A little of both.