When I was offered the writing job at Club Mom I was thrilled. I had only been blogging for four months and was blown away that I could actually get paid to do what I loved. They requested that I shut down my personal blog and transfer my archives over to my new blog on their site. And for some reason I agreed. I thought that if my new readers saw that I had a history of writing that they would be more confident in me as a writer. Or something. Whatever I thought, it was the wrong move.
As much as I love being paid to write and still consider it a blessing that I get a paycheck for my babbling, the reality of not owning what I write has been a rude awakening. How could I divulge things like this and this and not own it? How could I put something like this out on the internet and not call it mine?
It feels so good to be able to stretch my legs again, to have my own little home again. I hope you continue to read me here and at Clubmom because 2007 is going to bring some major writing-worthy material.
Not the least of which is that somehow - in some way - I WILL have a baby this year. There will be fear. There will be tears. And I'm so grateful that I'll have this private place (ha! I called the internet "private" - good one) to document all of it along the way.
So, welcome to my new/old little corner. Please come often. There's always plenty of bitching to go around. And Triscuits. With fancy cheeses.