When I started blogging and tweeting earlier this year, only my husband and three dogs knew I was doing this. Frankly, I’m not sure how much they cared, as long as they got their belly rubs. But, recently, I’ve decided to come out of the blogging closet, or blogset, to use a fun portmanteau.
At first, I kept things quiet because I didn’t know how long I would keep up with it. I have a tendency to go from, “Hey! Look at this fun thing I’m doing!” to, “Well, looks like I need to do this thing,” culminating in, “Hey! Look at this NEW fun thing I’m doing!”
I am Dug, from Up. Squirrel!
After gaining some traction with my blog and tweets (big hugs to all of you), I started to feel like I was leading some sort of double life. People asked me what I did over the weekend and I’d reply very quickly, “Nothing! Why do you ask? What did you hear? I spent all of time with my children. Coloring. And reading the bible.”
I could have been doing those things. Or, I could have been hiding from my children drinking wine in a closet, while trying to whip up bon mots for Twitter. Either one.
One night, I thought I’d tell two of my very best friends about my great secret. Of course, with the way I am with the word putting together, they probably thought I was going to tell them I was pregnant with baby #3, even though they know better.
I started off with, “So… I have some news.” And anyone who has friends, knows that in your 20s, this means someone is announcing an engagement, in your late 20s/early 30s you’re telling everyone you’re pregnant, and in your 40s, it means you’re telling everyone either that you’re getting a divorce or you’ve found a new wine you really like. Or both.
My blogging news was met with a much better reception than if I had announced I was pregnant, because once again, my friends know me way too well. And the next day, I had one following me on twitter and the other had read my blog in its entirety.
Have I mentioned that I heart my friends?
Every up has its down. Just like every rose has its thorn. Just like… sorry. Channeling my inner Bret Michaels there.
So, I was out for a work happy hour and I mentioned to a co-worker that I blogged. And then he asked about my blog. I felt like a doofus saying, “I blog about motherhood.” Somehow, it seemed like I could have easily said, “I Instagram photos of my dogs.”
Instantly, my great passion seemed ridiculous.
In retrospect, I SHOULD have said, “I amusingly write about the ups and downs of motherhood.” Or something like that. Anything else would have been better.
It wasn’t until I wrote about my personal loss that I let anyone else know that I did this. Everyone was very kind, but I still feared some backlash. Not about the one particular post I shared, but… the other posts.
So… I may have referenced people I know in other blog posts. Not by name; I’m not stupid, but if they read it, they would know it was them. And… I may have to see one of those people on a semi-regular basis. Yeah. Awkward. I can only hope they are not big blog readers. Or, that I can distract them with something shiny if they get to that post.
I’m screwed, aren’t I?
All I can do is embrace my blogginess and ask everyone to love me, even if I might have tossed a little snark their way.
Who knows, I may even become more bold in what I write, because if I have already ticked off family and survived, does anything else matter? The only thing I probably won’t do is put my kids in my blog or on Twitter, but that’s mainly because I think their combination of brilliance and stunning good looks would just make other parents sad. Plus, this is all about me, obviously, so I’ll keep the attention where it is most important.
10 responses to “Coming Out of the Blogset”
You are far braver than I was. I don’t think I told anyone I knew that I had a blog until I had been at it for almost a year. Turns out I had nothing to be afraid of, though, because barely any of them cared anyway ;D
Ha! Sometimes I do think we build things up in our minds and it’s a bit anti-climactic when the situation plays out. Well, at least that’s what happens to me. I think I’m bred for mental drama 😉
I was out right away. I just went for it. But, that said, it’s probably a little easier for straight-up comedy bloggers because we’re just doing what we already do with everyone we know… trying to make ’em laugh. There wasn’t much difference to me selling one-liners on my personal FB page or doing it blog-style.
But. I know a LOT of bloggers who are still in the proverbial closet. And I totally get it. But I think whether you’re in or out, the important thing is writing and writing well. The rest will come with time. The chips will fall where they may. What’s laid is played. And other words that vaguely make sense in this context.
It is what it is 😉
And I think you’re right. You really just need to write in the way you’re the most comfortable; and if people don’t like it… well… there may be a few more choice, vague comments.
Ummm. I heart your snark. 😉
Aw! I heart yours too!
I love your blog, poney girl. And your snark too. I haven’t hidden my blog from family and friends – they all know about it. I talk about my immediate family but wouldn’t ever disclose my private life on my blog, or criticize anyone who could read the blog and get offended -it’s too high a price to pay for a post. I saw an example of it recently on a blog post – someone took it very badly indeed when part of their private correspondance (just one line) was quoted on a post.
I suppose it very much depends on the blogger and how comfy they are with putting personal information out there.
I heart all of your snark too. And, you do an excellent job of hiding, and yet revealing the characteristics of, your family. You “know them” and don’t all at the same time.
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