Wednesday, November 7, 2012

I'm a Bad Mom (Blogger)

I just want to write.

I don’t want to hold contests and giveaways. Or post recipes for pumpkin scones. Or make crafts. Of any kind.

When I started blogging, a very wise friend told me to find my niche. I thought -- foolishly it turns out -- my niche would be “mom blogger.” Little did I know how crowded and noisy that field really was. And so inexplicably filled with sparkles, recipes and contests. And curly-q fonts. And pastels. And exclamation points!!!


I left my career when my son was born. I traded my black three-inch Cole Haan heels with "Nike Air" technology (what a joke) for a bob haircut. Isn’t that enough street cred to write a mom blog? Must I also make sparkly crafty things and glue confetti to my clothing? Isn’t it enough that I Scotch tape crookedly cut photos into Henry's baby book? (I'm pretty damn proud of that book.)

Isn’t it enough that my choice on forms is "unemployed" or “homemaker,” as if I dropped out of 1953 wearing a scalloped white half apron that would in no way keep my clothing clean if when I spilled? Must I also make scalloped aprons, post them to Pinterest and sell them on Etsy?

My nightmare
Photo credit: Jeff Youngstrom
I know I'm a bad mom blogger, but I can't bring myself to follow do-it-yourself blogs. If I need to learn how, I don’t know, to dye my shoelaces purple, I will sign on to that grand experiment known as the Interwebs, open my Google homepage and type, “How do I dye my shoelaces purple?” Sure enough.

No. Nej. Nein. I want to read about people’s lives. I want to laugh. I want to be inspired by good prose.

And I want to write. I want to write like no one is reading.

Except that I want people to read what I write, of course. And therein lies the dilemma.

I had to ditch my terrible commenting system, but I didn't want to lose the comments, so here they are: