the truth...about New Year's Resolutions

The truth is that as much as people bitch about New Year's Resolutions and what a bunch of BS it all is, I happen to love the kick in the ass that inherently accompanies New Year's Day.

You can roll your eyes all the way into the back of your head. I will sit here and drink in the motivation and the camaraderie of my peers as we make promises to ourselves that may or may not be broken (most likely broken and most likely by Groundhog Day).

I have a few resolutions of my own this year. The usual one: Get healthier, and by this I mean, become a size 8 and find the fountain of youth. The biannual one: Be a better mother, and by this I mean, stop screaming at my kids until my throat is raw. And the new one for this year: Officially earn my supermom cape and take my career to the next level.

Yes, people, despite my past proclamations that I had no interest in a career, instead settling for working odd jobs here and there for the past 10 years while I gave myself over to mom jeans and dirty diapers and then had to brave the gauntlet to take myself BACK, I have changed my mind. I officially want to be a writer. And this year, I want to write a book.

Indeed, I had made this same resolution last year. I set about making this dream come true on January 1st, career-building checklist and all. While I had been dabbling in writing stories for my local newspaper (I'd been a reporter in my life B.C...before children), I secured my own column in a parenting magazine and had my resume professionally done. As I sit here today, I am a working freelance writer with an income that each month exceeds the one of the month before. Seriously? It's like a dream.

But being me, I am never satisfied. Now I get ready -- in 2011 -- to take the next step. I am going to self-publish a book. In many ways, the decision to write a book is like going off the pill. It's a decision to become pregnant with every idea and every honest and sincere thought I've ever had, letting it grow inside of my and then I will eventually give in to the labor pains and push that sonofabitch out of my hoo-ha in a painful and vulnerable way.

So get ready, world, for what I have to say. I am about to get completely knocked up. Happy New Year to anyone out there reading...2011 will be a big one.

the truth...about being a good blogger

the truth is that I am incapable of being a good blogger because, it has come to my attention, that i am not a blogger at all. i am a writer.

a good blogger finds something to post daily, no matter how insignificant. a good blogger reads other blogs and comments, too. a good blogger thanks people for stopping by when they see evidence of their visit.

i have been a good blogger in the past, and it led me to where i am right now, but i sit here a different woman than i was.

i just wanted to get my excuses on the table early. i have vomit to wash out of my bathmat and a 9 year old to nurse back to health. i had so very much i wanted to write but only the brain cells to do this, to write this. to blog.

maybe i can do this after all.

the truth...about the internet

the truth is that it sucks you in and makes you believe that your life exists on a little screen with a qwerty keyboard attached. that you and your "friends" can be in touch all day long. that disputes with your mate can be dealt with via gmail or IM or status updates.

that you are powerful beyond belief because your followers and your subscribers and your readers and your "friends" agree with you and said so, too.

well, with their keystrokes anyways.

but when you unplug, you notice things. people, voices, hearts. auras, scents, love. it's good to unplug from time to time, to make sure that your friends -- the ones I am not putting in quotation marks -- still know who you are.

the truth...about why I am here

I am going to write a book.

It is not going to be about weight loss ;-)

I am going to reinvent this blog to include my musings form motherhood, get your feedback, vent my thoughts, and then throw it all into my book later.

So, in other words, I guess... I'm back.