I struggle a lot with blogging. On the one hand, I find some blogs entertaining, at times even inspiring. I keep up with friends, and I’ve connected with some new friends and readers through my own blog. But I recoil at the thought of being, first, and foremost, a blogger (not a writer, or a poet, or a novelist)…though it is a kind of writing I do, it is not the kind of writing I want to be defined by.
And unfortunately, what has happened is that, with three little kids, and my husband’s work picking up, what has been easier to find time for is blogging over all else. Sorting through blogs to find something that’s of interest is a time-suck, but one that I’m more likely to engage in because it’s at my fingertips. Coming up with some lite writing is easier than writing that takes me deeper, even if its this second kind of writing that matters more to me.
So…
For at least the next few months, I will not be blogging. Instead, I’ll be writing (toiling away at my bigger project) and (because mami needs to supplement) teaching. LOTS of teaching. I’ll be teaching a session for the Afghan Women’s Writing Project, two classes online (including the brand-new Writers’ Recharge class…come sign up!), and one, possibly two local classes.
And, I will be trying to use whatever time I have left by spending it with my husband and kids. With my laptop cold, in another room.
There are products I’m asked to review for this blog that I turn down (because they’re a bad fit, or I’m not interested), and others that I will always review. Books are obvious…but the other thing I love to review is beauty products. You see, although I have certainly worn it, I am not a big fan of the “mommy uniform” of yoga pants, and tank top. When my older two kids potty trained (and I felt giddy at the milestone & possibility), I decided to step up my look a little bit, and I have, but I’m still short on time. I have my closet organized roughly into outfits, have my makeup in few steps, in a compact bag, and…I like to accomplish as much as I can in the shower…because, well, that’s probably the only place I’m most often alone.
I was lucky to have a mother who was, and is, a good cook, and who believed in fresh, healthy meals and family dinners in either of the countries we lived in. Even with that as my legacy, and in spite of many years (a life) of loving to eat, taste, and think of food, I only started to really learn to cook in my first place on my own. After a day of classes or work, I’d steam some broccoli, and pan fry some salmon, and cook up a box or Rice-A-Roni or (gulp!) try to make mashed potatoes by putting nearly raw potatoes in a blender. Then I’d serve it to my boyfriend (now husband) with a flourish.