An open letter to anyone who’s ever read my blog and wondered what happened to it.
Dear single blog reader:
Well, here it is. A long awaited post on my blog. Please don’t be bored, as I’m going to ramble for a bit and quite possibly you won’t care what I have to say.
I lost my bloggy mojo a few months ago, and no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find it. It had disappeared, muddled in the detritus of my somewhat apathetic mind. I didn’t lose my marbles or anything-I continued on with my daily life, working, getting my kids ready for camp, going to yoga. But I seemed to misplace my zingy zesty self that feels the need to be reflected in the written word . And the longer I went without writing, the worse it got. You see, what I possess is the avoider of guilt syndrome, sometimes known as momprastination or to be more personal, Maraprastination. If I don’t do something I know I should do, instead of doing it, I just avoid doing it for longer. I erase it from my mind.
What my Maraprastination brain looked like when I thought about writing a blog post.
What spurred this bout of Maraprastination? It was a big glass of behind, shaken with a big juicy dose of shame thrown in for good measure. (Do you like the liquor references? I’m trying to be literary here)
Let me explain. So, my other blog, www.booksandbrands.wordpress.com was getting some good face time and I was offered a lovely brand new Explorer from Ford to drive, plus a gorgeously giant whack of books from publishers like HarperCollins and Simon and Schuster to review. Except, I never did it. I never wrote a thing. There’s the behind, and a bit of the shame. That’s not so bad, you say? You still tweeted about the books, you say? You weren’t so behind. We still like you.
My terrible awful shame
Well, wait till you hear the rest of the shame and then maybe you’ll change your tune. The rest of the shame is a Terrible Awful (a The Help reference. Go see the movie. For sure read the book. You won’t be sorry).
You may notice some of your favorite blog posts missing from this site. This is because I removed them. I referenced my work life in them-in a very sarcastic way. This was very unprofessional of me, and nevermind made me look like a total misfit and dork. As well, I found that I was making you, dear lonely single reader, laugh at my own expense. This self-depracating humour was not shining a flattering light.
All of this made me feel shame. The kind that makes you hide in your bed. The kind that, if my Dad had been alive, would have caused him to berate me upside down and backwards. For like 10 hours. At least.
So, that is the cause of the Maraprastination. And this post is the end of the Maraprastination. I will start writing again. Hopefully I’ll still make you laugh, or sometimes tug at your heart strings. But, I will also try not to look stupid. Because I’m not. I’m a smart woman-person. And I think you’ll like me, you’ll really like me (Sally Field reference…)
So, keep reading. Tomorrow you may hear about my dog toileting problems. Poop is always funny.
Love,
ChickyMara
PS if my Twitter bestie @suzieswapper who tells it like it is and writes at www.wrestlingwithinvesting.com and www.spaghettiandspanx.com hadn’t forced me to write this, I wouldn’t have. So thanks. I owe you!
Weird – I actually wondered where your funny blogs went a few days ago – anyway, no excuse is lame and we all need a break and to re-evaluate now and then. Here is to hoping you get your blog on again – but if you need more time we will be waiting!
I’m hoping to be back more consisently. But thanks for much for noticing!
Welcome back…I miised reading and no I did not laugh at your expense…only with you\\\\\11
Glad you’re back to writing, Mara.
I didn’t notice anything unprofessional. At all. Or dorky.
I think that internal squirming is the tricky part of this whole blogging deal. We put ourselves out there. It’s a tad scary. Makes us feel vulnerable.
What’s obvious here and on twitter is just how bright you are.
And funny. And a good writer. (You asked about writing workshops on twitter. I think it depends. You wanna write a novel? Short stories? Plays? You have the natural storytelling ability. It’s everything. How do you want to hone it?
As for here, at Be Nice or Leave? Personally, I’m all about lovin the dog poop.
Hi Pam,
Thanks for the nice words. There was a bit of unprofessional, but I’ve said my sorries and made my peace. I’ve got a novel busting out of me. That’s what I want to write. Stay tuned for some poop talk.
Welcome back
I think you’re totally dorky no matter what you write. Or write and then remove, you can’t hide your dork – but it’s what I love best about you. That and your sweetness of heart and generosity and good humour! I also love when you send me such awesome shout outs – that’s totally what i love best!
I am so incredibly glad to be sitting here, with my own bout of marciprastination, reading your blog instead of producing my own! I truly adore you, my little chicky. And your daddy would be so so proud of you, of that i am surexxoo
O M G. I am no less dorky than you. Enjoy the Marciprastination.
As someone who has never read your blog (sorry!), I can relate. Blogging and airing your life on a blog is mental draining. Sometimes taking a break to reassess life and how blogging fits in– not how to fit your life into your blog– is the remedy.
And from this post, you have a new fan.
Thanks for reading. And nice to have a new fan
I think I got a little carried away with being as sensational as I could, without remembering a bit of a filter. Which you need unless you’re anonymous.
I will laugh at poop or otherwise.
Missed you.
And good work Marci!