Last night, I had somebody wonder why anybody would read a blog, or write one. I was getting ready to leave my book club group, and already had my coat on. I sat down, too warm, ready to leave, but enthralled. I wanted her to understand, and to answer her properly, although I ended up not answering her at all, really.
While attempting to explain, I didn’t say what I meant, and I didn’t say anything that she would understand. The subject came up because this month’s book club book was The HerStories Project (they really liked it by the way), and, once we’d all chosen our weapons of choice (Mike’s vs. wine), one of the hostesses mentioned that they thought it would be great if I did an “author read.” And I realized how much more difficult it is to read something that I’d written myself than it is to simply read a passage authored by somebody else.
There’s something freeing about writing, and typing words alone on a computer screen that’s so much, well, easier, I guess, than writing out loud. Anyway, although I didn’t look up as often as I should have (I did NOT want to cry at book club, dangit!), and my face was on fire, I did it. I read my words out loud for the second time in a mere week (more on that in a minute).
It’s not the first time that the question of “Why is it that we blog?” has come up. In fact, it was a Finish the Sentence Friday topic a while back. Blogging is weird, if you think about it. Why is it that we are so willing to share our souls with others? Is it like some writer narcissism thing? Is it simply that we must write, knowing that it’s possible that we will not be shared, liked, connected with? Is it that we just love this shit called writing so much that we’re willing to give it away for free?
I know that I’m not alone in wondering why I spend so much time blogging when I’d like to write a novel. But with blogging, you get BOOM – instant feedback. It’s so much less lonely than writing a novel is. The power of the friendships forged within the blogging community is magical. Addictive. Amazing. If you’d told me prior to Finding Ninee’s birth that I’d be on a Friday night vidchat with people I’ve never met in person, talking about everything and nothing, I’d have told you that you’re crazy. These people, though. These people. They’re wonderful. They’re real friends, even though in most cases, we’ve not yet met face-to-face. I’m very thankful for them.
Ok so the whole reading my words out loud thing. Remember that I’d mentioned that I’d done so twice in a mere week before I got off on my gushy mushy “I love my blogging friends” tangent? Right. Earlier this week, I auditioned for the DC Listen to Your Mother Show and holycrap-on-a-stick, friends, I actually made it! I’m beyond excited and thankful. For those of you who were so kind with your encouragement and your time in my indecision on what to read, whether to go with funny or serious, and even listened to me read it – THANK YOU. I am extremely appreciative (also, if you’re one of the awesome people who knows what I’ll be reading, please keep it to yourself as we’ve been instructed to keep it a secret and I don’t want to break the rules on the first day).
I’m also thankful that it’s Sunday, and that (knock on wood, throw salt over shoulder, say little prayers) Tucker’s got school tomorrow after another snowday shortened week. We did manage some fun with a friend though, for which I’m also thankful:
We made a new friend, too:
And found blue skies.
We even had some Ghetto DIY Toilet Paper Fun:
I’m thankful that we survived another four-day weekend (which is much more easily managed than a six-day one).
But, guys. It’s supposed to snow on Tuesday.
What are you thankful for this week? Another Thankful to the fab Shannon at Mamapedia, who is featuring my Tucker and Bridget go to prom story (although I don’t look at Tucker as disabled, FYI).