What IS the blogger's equivalent of a hazy, squiggly fade-out, and the tingly chiming of fantasy bells? I guess, for me, it will be some italicized headers.
This is the entirety of the first two posts I wrote when I started this blog the first time around, nearly two and a half years ago. I've archived and deleted from public view the content of Version I, and hope you'll stick with me through the new and improved Butter Side Up.
Coming soon, the full story of St. Baldrick's Day, and the evolution of my wonderfully breezy bald head! Until then....
Saturday, November 1, 2008
So, I've decided to start a... blog.
Blog. I hate the word blog.
It just seems to be the onomotopoeic representation of the crap that so many bloggers put out there. Blo-o-o-og. Blorp. Blurt. Blech.
Anyhow, here's my contribution.
It just seems to be the onomotopoeic representation of the crap that so many bloggers put out there. Blo-o-o-og. Blorp. Blurt. Blech.
Anyhow, here's my contribution.
And furthermore...
I have been reluctant to start a blog.
Hence, my snippet of snark just to get that whole "first post" thing out of the way.
But really, I didn't want to start some self-important rundown of what I'm doing, how I'm doing it, who I'm doing it with, and how cool I am for getting it done. Because, honestly? I realize that NO ONE CARES. And I knew that I would feel the constant need to be witty, and funny, and to come up with new material on a regular basis. I didn't want to get down on myself for letting the posts drop off when I was crazy busy, or when I felt uninspired. But I do need the creative release of writing, even if the writing itself isn't particularly creative. (I used to be good at this whole "writing" thing. Really good.)
Also, I have suspected that my blog would tend to take a negative turn. In RL, I am almost unfailingly polite and have been told that I'm charismatic. Anyone who knows me well will also know that I'm extremely opinionated to boot. Put the two together, and what do you get? A very frustrated person with no outlet for negative emotions who could potentially rant on and on about the perceived wrongs of the world. And because I bottle all of this stuff up, I'd potentially come across as an incredibly unpleasant person in this world of electronic publishing.
I'll spare you.
My co-conspirator and I (my husband, for anyone who isn't "in" on our plot to take over the world, and who I henceforth will refer to as "CC") used to ask each other two simple questions when Little Bee* was finally put to bed and we wanted to re-connect:
"What was the best thing that happened today? What was the worst?"
In those two questions, I found the balance that I'd been missing. For every negative thing I had to contribute to the conversation, I had to come up with something equally wonderful that I had experienced.
I began to realize that just as often -- if not MORE often -- my bread was landing butter side up. And so, the blog (blech) begins.
Hence, my snippet of snark just to get that whole "first post" thing out of the way.
But really, I didn't want to start some self-important rundown of what I'm doing, how I'm doing it, who I'm doing it with, and how cool I am for getting it done. Because, honestly? I realize that NO ONE CARES. And I knew that I would feel the constant need to be witty, and funny, and to come up with new material on a regular basis. I didn't want to get down on myself for letting the posts drop off when I was crazy busy, or when I felt uninspired. But I do need the creative release of writing, even if the writing itself isn't particularly creative. (I used to be good at this whole "writing" thing. Really good.)
Also, I have suspected that my blog would tend to take a negative turn. In RL, I am almost unfailingly polite and have been told that I'm charismatic. Anyone who knows me well will also know that I'm extremely opinionated to boot. Put the two together, and what do you get? A very frustrated person with no outlet for negative emotions who could potentially rant on and on about the perceived wrongs of the world. And because I bottle all of this stuff up, I'd potentially come across as an incredibly unpleasant person in this world of electronic publishing.
I'll spare you.
My co-conspirator and I (my husband, for anyone who isn't "in" on our plot to take over the world, and who I henceforth will refer to as "CC") used to ask each other two simple questions when Little Bee* was finally put to bed and we wanted to re-connect:
"What was the best thing that happened today? What was the worst?"
In those two questions, I found the balance that I'd been missing. For every negative thing I had to contribute to the conversation, I had to come up with something equally wonderful that I had experienced.
I began to realize that just as often -- if not MORE often -- my bread was landing butter side up. And so, the blog (blech) begins.
*ed. note: This blog was started before the conception of our second son, Bubba. Everything written here still applies, only my finely honed mama-guilt won't allow me to republish this post without some acknowledgement of his current existence. And peeking back at the date, this blog and Bubba may have started pretty close to simultaneously. TMI???
