I’m not talking about height here. Unless I come into contact with some sort of Hulk radiation, I will never grow taller than my 5 foot nothing frame. I’m talking about growing up mentally. I have wanted to be a writer since I was about 7. I used to sit in front of the old, clunky TV, after adjusting the antenna a bunch of times, and write my own stories while watching Saturday morning cartoons. Young people, there was a time, long ago, when dinosaurs roamed the world and I didn’t need bifocals, when we did not have cartoon network, or, gasp, any cable, satellite, or internet channels. Terrifying, isn’t it. Well, that was why I sat and wrote my own stories. Clearly, there was nothing good to stare at. I’m lying; we had Bo and Luke on the Dukes of Hazzard. Nevermind.
No, really. I just wanted to write. I always loved writing, except when my third grade teacher made us write a million sentences with our spelling words. I guess I should say I always loved CREATIVE writing. So, now that I am 42 going on 28, I’ve decided to focus more on writing. I wrote a YA novel called Misfit Academy, and I am working on a second novel called The Lizard King Club. While I love writing fiction, I love blogging just a little bit more.
Having a blog is like having a newspaper column, but better. Bloggers don’t have a stodgy editor with a cigar hanging out of his mouth. In fact, most of the time, bloggers are their own editors. This is great because they keep the interesting, fun stuff IN the blog instead of deleting it because it might offend someone. Yawn. It’s like not having a filter when you speak, but only in writing. Since I practice unfiltered verbal communication, I hope to blog like these people some day.
I became acquainted with Jennifer Lawson, AKA The Bloggess, in the Orlando airport. No, I did not actually meet her, but I do have dreams like that. I was in the bookstore looking for something to read because I had forgotten my iPad. Since I am thinking about writing a memoir of my unconventional childhood, I was looking for someone else’s unconventional childhood memoir. I wanted to find a way to write about my childhood without embarrassing what little family I keep in touch with. Then, I saw Let’s Pretend This Never Happened sitting on the shelf. Jennifer Lawson definitely had an interesting childhood in rural Texas. Her parents, like most, were not always perfect. She found a way to write about her up bringing with honesty and humor. That is what I hope to do some day. For now, the memoir is on the back burner.
I found Her Royal Thighness when a former co-worker posted a link to her blog on Facebook. Parri Sontag, the woman behind the thighness, is truly someone real people can relate to. Her tag line is “Torn Between a Little Waist and a Little Debbie.” Who doesn’t want to be trim AND eat cake?
Her Royal Thighness was kind enough to list her favorite blogs. This is how I found My Life and Kids by Anna Luther. Anna is unfiltered, yet not in a scary way. While she did post a picture of the vomiting and diarrhea calendar (the family has been super sick), she did not give too many details about the Pure Romance party. I’m looking forward to meeting Anna, and other great bloggers, when I attend the Blog U conference this summer. I have a reoccurring dream where I have to go back to college and live there, even though I am slightly older than college-age and a married mom. I hope this dream stops after I go to Blog U.
I started reading Michelle’s blog, Rubber Shoes in Hell, after she commented on my blog. I liked her instantly. She is sarcastic and she is not afraid to drop F-bombs. My boss sometimes reads my blog, so I AM afraid, very afraid, but I admire that Michelle is brave. She can swear for both of us.
Well, there you have it folks. Those are the blogs I read every week. Who are your favorite bloggers? Post links if you got ‘em.