So, this is it. Blogging. Do I really mean it this time? Will my abandoned Tumblr, Blogger and other long forgotten start-ups be back to seek their revenge? I’ve left little blog babies out there in the world with no love and no direction. Hopefully they won’t sue for blog support.
Time to get serious, though. I am doing my best to be A WRITER, and A WRITER must, must, must (must, I tell you!) have a blog. I didn’t know this when I began pouring out the pages like so much water into a river of wannabe novelists, but there you have it. Publish Blog or perish.
That may be a bit of a shock to some. “Michelle, you write? I had no idea.” That’s because I’ve told so very few of my endeavors. Don’t feel bad. It isn’t you, it’s me.
To be honest, I’ve felt a little weird about the whole thing, myself. I hate the idea of people snickering behind closed doors in their secret (and weekly, no doubt) Michelle Is A Weirdo meetings, saying things like “SHE wrote a book? AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Well, technically it’s just a manuscript. I’d love for it to be a book. That’s right, I’m talking to you, agents and publishers.
Anyhow, I plan to be back. Just as soon as my three year old stops bashing me in the head with a pillow.