For years I have resisted becoming a blogger. My sister first broached the subject way back in 2004, when it actually would have been somewhat fresh and exciting. I demurred. What could I possibly have to say that would be of any interest to anyone? There’s nothing new under the sun, right? The thought of writing and rewriting each blog post, trying to make it perfect for my invisible audience, nauseated me.
I tried to fulfill my writing itch by taking a magazine writing class, but journalism and pitching stories were definitely not my thing.
Then I took a couple of fiction classes at NYU, which I absolutely loved. I still work on fiction, but it’s difficult to get published, and it’s hard to devote myself fully to writing stories with aforementioned child usually clamoring for my attention.
After my son was born, the topic came up again among close friends who knew I was looking for a creative outlet. Still resisting, I claimed that I did not want to become a “mommy blogger,” because it was too much of a cliché.
But I need a project. And I like to write. And I’m a mommy. So….
Introducing my new blog, Life & Times of the Mommy Moo Cow (that’s me). I’m just going to write about what’s going on in my scary little brain, without making too many problems for myself on how perfect the post is or isn’t. The blog may or may not continue past a few entries. But I hope it does. Because I could use another (imperfect, creative, fun) project in my life.