You may already know that I hate being referred to as a Mommy Blogger. I started out with All Adither, almost four years ago, thinking the mommy blogger label was fine, that I'd own it and write a lot of parenting stuff. But over time, I realized I wanted to write about other things, too.
Having kids was/is so all-consuming, gobbling up most of my waking hours. Did it really need to be all I mused about on the internet, as well?
No, I decided. No, it did not. But, since I have kids and do mention them a fair amount here, I'm a 'mommy blogger'. My boss at my part-time job introduces me as a mommy blogger. Friends often tell other friends, "She's a mommy blogger". I'm on a frillion PR lists who reach out to "mommy bloggers".
If I had to choose a niche, I'd rather be a writing blogger. There's a whole community of them, most of whom I'm discovering through Betsy's site. I would love to sit and type away about my projects and my frustrations with story arcs and unhelpful agent feedback.
The trouble with being a writing blogger is that you actually have to write about writing. And I'm having a hard time doing that. I can't open myself up that way right now. I was pretty honest about my revisions and submissions of my manuscript The Mating Habits of Fireflies, which came so damn close to getting representation I could feel the pen in my hand as I signed the contract and smell the champagne I was about to sip.
But it fell through. I set the manuscript aside and started writing a YA novel. I want to fill you in on how that's going, on what I've heard from agents and how I'm tweaking the characters, but I just can't. My hands cramp at the thought. I don't know if it's some childish fear of jinxing myself or terror of looking like a loser if this one doesn't work out.
I do know that I can't stand it lately when someone asks about my writing. I wince. I kind of shake my head and offer a vague, "Oh, it's fine. Still scribbling away." People mean well. The ones who really know me understand what a huge part of my life writing is, and therefore want to express an interest.
For now, though, I need to not divulge. I need to silently do my thing and persevere and hope for the best.