Just over a year ago, I wrote my very first blog post. I had no idea what I was doing. I still don’t I just write. My fingers hit the keys, I form sentences, paragraphs, and then eventually something that resembles a story (sometimes) . Hopefully, something someone wants to read, but that isn’t the reason I write. I get lost in my words. I feel free of all my pain when I write. It has become therapeutic for me.
My very first piece got over eight thousand views in eight hours. To be honest, I didn’t know if it was normal, or not. I just went with it and kept writing. I won’t lie, It was pretty hard to follow that up. I haven’t had as many views since. These days I am content if my best friend reads anything I write. Shout out to my biggest fan, Staci
Six months after I started blogging. I felt like I was losing my voice; I got caught up in the Land of Mommy Bloggers. Don’t get me wrong, essentially I am a Mommy blogger but the truth is, it’s not all I am. I didn’t start blogging to rant about my children. I am not the RANTING type. To be honest, Rants piss me off and LISTS, oh-my-god, so many fucking lists. I like lists I use lists every day. Without them, I wouldn’t remember shit. I am talking about the 10-steps-to-better-parenting lists. The ones that make me feel like a douche bag because I don’t have a Ph.D. in Parenting.
Calm down, I love all you crazy ass Mom Bloggers, I do. Honestly, there is an amazing community of women (and men) out there that are Mom Bloggers, or just Bloggers. Without these peeps, I would know no one and nothing about the blogosphere (FYI, I had to google that word the first time I read it). I am grateful every day for the community and support I have been given. I have even made some incredible friends. People that are so supportive. At times I feel unworthy of being near their incredible talent.
I am the one that’s lost, where do I fit in, do I fit in?
I won’t always write like you; I may have a sordid past and been in a situation or two I regret. I don’t have much advice to give on how to be an amazing person or Mom, but I can give you musings from my heart, where you may identify. Hopefully, I give you moments that have defined me as a person, moments that you, the reader feel deep within your character. I want to touch you, move you.
I have stories to tell, I don’t have a niche. I need and want to write beautiful soulful words and sometimes … I want to say fuck, shit, piss without feeling I may lose five readers. (That would leave me with my Best Friend reading my blog)
I’m no one-trick pony.
There is a lot of messed up shit in this head of mine. It can get quite sloppy up in here. But this shit has to come out somehow, and it isn’t going always to come as a rant or in the form of a list. I want to be read as much as any writer. But I want it to be real, heartfelt and honest. Not what the internet says it’s reader’s want to hear.
I want to tell untold stories that can change someone’s life. Things that people need to read. I don’t want to conform so that I get published on some site that tells me I have to write something more listy. I have a shit-ton to say. I may not say it as eloquently as some, or eloquently at all. But I will write without fear and in turn hope that who ever reads my work, will get something out of it.
I want you to hear me roar.
I wrote this post about 3 months ago and let it sit in my drafts, somewhat afraid to publish it. It wasn’t until Briton of Punk Rock Papa Inspired me with his amazing words (as he so often does) writing a piece called Write Free! MotherFucker for the Original Bunker Punks. Thank you Briton!