Gad, where am I then? I'm kinda not a "true" mummy blogger - ie. I think I bleet on more about myself than my kids, my kids are older than most Mummy Bloggers so I can't chat about breast feeding or cute toddler yarns, and I'm not "networked" I read only a couple of blogs, even though once I find a new one, I'm sorely tempted to start following it. But goddamn, I just don't have the time. I barely have enough time to blog, let alone Self Improve, let alone try and do income earning writing and create a career for myself before the pull back into the corporate world just gets too strong.
I live.
I find if I spend too much time in Blogville, I tend to get a bit doo-lally, a bit befuddled, a bit vague. I'm more real when I peek in, ramble a way a bit and then get on.
I'm not sure if I'm doing myself a disservice. There is a strong and useful network of mummy bloggers, it opens doors and opportunities, it provides a sense of community. I think that behind the scenes, many bloggers are trying to make a crust out of their writing or hope that their blogs are going to be "discovered" with a few mins of fame headed their way like Petite Anglaise who made a total packet from blogging about her disintegrating relationship, subsequent new ones and her daughter. Although I bet for every blogger hoping to make a buck, there is one just doing it because she loves to have a voice and something compelling to write about. I don't think I'm either
Maybe I'm just intimidated by the quality of writing and the sheer volume of Mummy Bloggers.
But I dunno...I think I'm ok, just mooching along. Am I ok just mooching along?
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