Fun fact: that’s my expired EpiPen that got injected into that apple. We will not be eating this apple. But, it’s having one hell of a moment right now.
When I started writing this blog in November, I had no idea how addictive it would become. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d get lazy and bored with the whole thing once the novelty wore off after, say, Week 3. But, here I am at my whopping 2-Month Anniversary, and I can’t wait to sit down at my computer. I even have a new reader (hi Julie!) to add to my other reader (hi CookieCrumb!) besides my dad (hi Dad!).
How could I possibly foresee how liberating it would be to write in my own shrill voice instead of the pleasantly chipper, responsible-adult type of voice I get paid to have (sometimes) for professional assignments. How thrilling it would be to get revenge on my husband after years of being helpless fodder for his unmatched verbal wit. And, most importantly, experiencing the joys of miniscule gains in readership.
The downside, of course, is that blogging doesn’t pay the bills. But, frankly, neither do my paying gigs. If I calculated how much I made in freelance writing contracts this year and broke it down by month, it would just about cover the cost of my feminine products. And so, with an end-of-the-month magazine deadline looming, I find myself behind schedule and just plain uninspired. And, yet, here I am writing a post.
Guess I’ll have to give up having my period.
What I’m trying to say is, gee, this is fun. Thanks for reading, you three. And for those of you who are considering starting up your own site, this is a warning. Blog at your own delicious peril.
(Disclaimer: I reserve the right to get lazy and bored at any time in the future with nary a day's notice. Or if something better comes along. If this policy was good enough for my high school boyfriends, it's good enough for me.)