Last week in the New York Magazine, there was an article about the Queens of Mommy Bloggers. As I read through the article, couldn’t help but think that I will never be a professional blogger. These women make hundreds of thousands (maybe even millions) of dollars off their blogs (which would be nice) but they also put in the time to make that possible. They do real-world projects with the intent of writing about them later, which means they spend time not only on the project, but also (usually) photographing it step-by-step. They photograph and document their lives in a way which could, possibly, keep them from actually living it. And they make time each and every day to write, no matter what else is going on in their life. They even, in extreme situations, have other people post on their blogs for them.
As the last few weeks have shown, I, on the other hand, have neither the drive or time-management skills or something necessary to take my blog to that level. I let life get in the way of blogging, and don’t let blogging get in the way of life. Which is why over the last few weeks I wrote several incredibly brilliant blog posts in my head while washing dishes, sweeping floors, entertaining babies, and walking the dog, but never found time to actually transcribe that brilliance for you to read.
Not to mention, spending lots and lots of time with Chris on his one and only vacation all year.So, I put the craziness of trying to open a business, and keeping up with the housewife challenges, and spending time with my daughter and husband…the craziness of life before writing…before all of the interesting and thought provoking things I wanted to write about. I’m hoping to get to some of them this week, but with the way life has been going lately I feel like just spending my few hours of free time doing this:And that’s why I’ll never be a Mommy-blog Queen.