So, if you haven't read my first post, go back and read it, I'll wait. What, no? Ain't nobody got time for that? Okay fine, here's the gist. I got all inspired by a quote a friend sent me and decided I needed to realize my life long dream of becoming a writer. That this was actually a message from God through my friend. And that the best way to do this was to get my butt writing. I thought, well, my friends tell my I'm mildly humorous. Why don't I write a blog? Doesn't that sound like a great idea?
I follow several bloggers. These women are hilarious, they are snarky and slightly bent (this is a compliment) and in a word, amazeballs. First, the one that started it all is People I Want to Punch in the Throat. The first post I read was the one that went viral where she went on a rant about that creepy little elf on the shelf dude (oh so glad my daughter was too old for that before it became popular). Please check Jen out. She's my inspiration. She has a FAQ about blogging and is one of the main reasons you are reading this today. There is also Moms Who Drink and Swear, I mean thank God I'm not the only one! Yes I have a very foul mouth and I likes to drink a bit. Okay a LOT. If foul mouths bother you, you might want to fuck off now. Just kidding, but not really. I will be swearing occasionally, or depending on my mood you might think I have Tourette's. And last but not least is the grand dame, The Bloggess. If you have never read any of these blogs. Go do it right now! No wait, scratch that, finish mine first. But really, you should do yourself a favor and check them out. They make me cry tears of laughter. And the other really awesome thing about them, they are all friends and support each other. And maybe I can get in on the love fest too someday but I'm just a baby blogger, don't want to get ahead of myself.
So I had this great idea of writing a blog and thanks to PIWTPITT, I had the tools. So I setup my Blogger account and wrote my first post and bam! I posted it. Whew! But that wasn't enough. I created a Facebook page for it and (insert shameless plug here) if you haven't liked me on Facebook, please do so now. Sorry, not sure when I got so bossy. Please, please, please go like my page on Facebook.
Before I could chicken out I invited all my friends to like my page on FB and I watched with amazement and glee as person after person liked it. I got over 100 likes in about 5 hours!! I was over the moon! They like me, they really, really like me! And then, it happened. Buyer's remorse. Reality, and probably some of my inner voice, the Evil, set in. I started to think holy Hell WHAT HAVE I DONE?! What was I thinking? People are going to SEE this, they are going READ this! I might as well rip off all my clothes and go running down the street screaming "Look at me!!" They are going to think I'm stupid and make fun of me! I'm not funny! What was I thinking? I mean I totally panicked. I will never be able to keep up with this! What the hell else am I going to write about?! AAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK! So I drank a very large glass of red wine and went to bed berating myself for my temerity and seriously considering telling everyone it was a very elaborate and early April fool's joke.
And I woke up the next morning, took a deep breath and sat down to write this post. I reminded myself I don't have to post every day. I can post a couple times a week or a couple times a month. I will write when inspiration strikes me and save them so hopefully I will have a few stored up over time for when I am suffering from writer's block or what have you. I am going to kick fear's ASS!! Self doubt, you too! Screw you! And If you don't like my blog, don't read it. I mean for reals! I really hope I only get positive comments at least for now. I know PIWTPITT says I need to get a thick skin and I know that I do, but I can't help it. If someone berates one of my posts I will probably drink copious amount of alcohol and cry like a baby. But I will get over it. Not everyone will like my random thoughts of whatever. In fact, I'm not sure anyone but my friends, who love me and know I am very slightly bent and random, will ever read this blog but I don't care. I'm living the dream baby, yeah! Or at least I'm writing and that's the whole point.