Blathering On Has Gotten Me Nowhere
It would have been a really good idea to take some time and actually write a Thoughtful Post marking my one year anniversary as a writer, but that is so last year.
Speaking of last year, some things have occurred to me as I finally pondered what it meant to be doing this thing I do. This “blogging”, this “writing”, this “puking on the internet” to the amusement of myself. That’s quite obvious as I look at the number of drafts I have started and not finished which I can see even now as I’m typing this BECAUSE IT STARES AT ME FROM THE TOP OF THE SCREEN. It’s like a rent-a-cop in a strip mall checking me out because he just knows I stole that Thompson Twins tape and stuck it in my backpack.
Not that anything like that ever happened to me.
Where is it that one expects to go with blogging anyway? Is there a Blog Bible (if there were, reading Mimi Smartypants would be right at the top of the list of Commandments: Thou shalt readeth her and spew forth liquid from nasal cavities) that lets you know just what the protocol is? Do a meme, post some pictures, come up with a theme? Even the theme part is a little stretch for me (don’t remind me about the coffee theme - that’s just what I like every day to compliment the oxygen I take in) as I just go with what’s in my head most of the time.
Woe unto you. Is an apology in order now?
The point is this: blathering about my life hasn’t gotten me anywhere. There are no book deals in the works, Oprah has NOT called, and Taye Diggs isn’t sitting on my doorstep wearing a thong.
That last one might have gone a bit far, but don’t act like you didn’t just close your eyes for a moment to picture him doing that.
Thoughful Postings may be very Last Year, but it is so the year of Self-Aggrandizement. Thank God. I’ve been waiting for that one to come back in fashion. With that in mind, I’ve been pondering What I Do. I should blame Fizzle who once told me on the phone, “You know, you can do no wrong, Mocha. There are some readers who think you can do nothing bad.”
“HA!” I really did say that. I say it a lot. HA! It’s a signature of sorts. I’m convinced she said that because I have the nicest commentors in the world. Seriously. Not. One. Troll. There are group hugs and kisses and people who want to send me coffee. It’s a total Love Shack in here.
Lest you think I’m trying to say that I’m done with blogging LIKE ONE OF MY IDOLS AND FAVORITE WRITERS EVER, (oh, and the caps is just for effect - I’m not bitter or anything) I’m not. It was just time to reflect and puke onto the screen for a moment.
What do I do?
I write about education issues and the things that absolutely infuriate me about what goes along in my profession including dealing with poverty which, let’s face it, just sucks.
I write about my special relationship with my daughter which makes me wonder when someone is going to come clean and admit to basing Lorelei and Rory on us. Except Lauren Graham looks great in a pair of jeans. I hate her. But they look awfully cute in this picture (want. that. dress.) so I may practice a little forgiveness after all.
I write about the inappropriate things I hear and say and do that tickle me to no end.
I write about my sons once in a while BUT MY RELATIONSHIP IS NO LESS SPECIAL WITH THEM SO SOME OF YOU NEED TO STOP PRIVATELY E-MAILING ADMONISHMENTS TO ME. They aren’t adults, so I don’t really feel like discussing their childhood all the time.
I write about the hilarity of living with Kennimus who truly needs his own damn blog.
I write about the classes I take and nearly fail because there are times when I simply want to walk up to a professor and tell him to shove it right up his ass for not practicing what they preach us to do in the public school classroom because for some reason it’s ok to champion mediocrity in higher education but K-12 teachers need to be held to a higher standard and blah blah blah…
Here’s to another year of blathering.
