Up until about a year-and-a-half ago, I didn’t realize how many people had blogs. I’d never given it much thought until I went to a meeting for a group of local writers and the leader insisted that every aspiring author should have a platform. “If you don’t have a blog, get one. They’re free.”
Of course, I immediately set up a blog. With my fingers poised above the keyboard, I stared at the blog. It stared back. The tension was unbearable, and it wasn’t long before I caved under the pressure, defeated by a simple blog.
I had nothing to write about. Writing a novel? That’s easy. Writing about me and my interests? Who wants to read that crap? Seriously, people have better things to do, I thought. So, I abandoned my blog for a while. I’m not sure why I went back to it. I think it had something to peer pressure. All the other writers I ran into on writer’s sites were blogging, so obviously I had to do it too. Right?
“If all the other kids decided to jump off a bridge, would you do it too?” my mom used to ask. What a silly question! Of course I would. I mean, if all the other kids were doing it, then it must be a good idea.
Sometimes when I said, “All the other mothers let their kids do it,” my mom would counter with, “Well, I’m not the other kids’ mother.” She had no idea how I envied all the other kids. The ones who could watch rated R movies, stay out past midnight, and drive to Florida on spring-break with a car full of like-minded would-be alcoholics. My mom never let me do anything.
Well, she can’t stop me now. All the cool kids have blogs, and now I have one too. At last, I fit in with the “it” kids. Now that I have what they have, I can write what I want, when I want…if I can think of something to write about. And, even if I can’t think of something to write about? Well, I don’t let that stop me. Obviously. I mean, look at this particular post!
My blog and I still have the occasional staring contest. Whoever blinks first loses. Sometimes the screen flickers and I count that as a point for me. Me and my blog? Yeah, we’re cool.
5 thoughts on “All the cool kids are doing it, so why can’t I?”
Tricia–this is great. I guess some things never change. I never was a cool kid, and now I'm an uncool adult because I don't blog. My computer wins every time. But I applaud you and your blog. You go, girl!
Amy, you have a cool website, so you're still part of the “crowd.” You're just as cool as I am. (Wait. That might not make you feel better.) You're cool just the way you are!
Unless you also think it's cool that there's another person in this world who alphabetizes their spice rack, trust me – you're cooler than me. On the other hand, learning that the Hardin County Recorder also alphabetizes her spice rack (I do it to save time) really made my day because I didn't feel quite so dorky. (Take that with a grain of salt – I quoted Star Trek on my first date (and it was a blind date, even) with my husband.)
Star Trek, Kay? It doesn't get any cooler than that. I'm putting down on my ever-growing 'cool kid' list. Welcome!
LOL. Thanks, you're way cool, Tricia!