Oh, hi!

You can be sure that when I change the blog’s theme, I’m trying to make a fresh start.  To post more.  To, you know, blog.

Here’s the thing.  Social media by its very nature requires frequency and consistency.  A good blogger will post at least twice a week.  This keeps the blogger’s content fresh and plentiful, thereby attracting and keeping readers.  A loyal following is necessary to keep the blog alive.  Also, consistent and frequent posting keeps the blogger from getting rusty and keeps ideas for content flowing.  To write more, one must write more.  Otherwise, the muse moves on.  And so do readers.

Here’s another thing.  I’m my own best yes man.  No one else can make me feel better about slacking off than…me.  I am so good at telling myself that my major focus is not attracting and keeping readers —  that I created this blog for Gill, Evie and me as an online baby book.  It’s my blog, and I’ll post when I want to.

The lies we tell ourselves, friends.  They’re worth their weight in bullshit.

I’m afraid that I’ll give up on this blog all together.  I haven’t posted since June.  I really don’t want that to happen.  I do want it to be a chronicle of Evie’s life that she can one day read and enjoy.  I also think it’s important to keep friends and family updated on what we’re up to, especially since we live so far away from many of them.

And I like to write, folks.  I used to do it a lot more.  I’m afraid that I’ll just stop all together.  It’d be so easy to do.  Writing requires self-discipline, and there’s nothing in the world more fragile than that.  At least for me.  I still have a goal of one day being paid for what I write.  Whether I reach that goal or not, I still want to keep doing it.  Even if it’s just for me.

So I’m gearing up again.  Fresh resolve is also worth its weight in…you know.  Maybe I’ll play around with the content a little.  Maybe I’ll throw up shorter posts more frequently to make the incredibly arduous task of tapping on a keyboard less strenuous.  Maybe I’ll set myself up on a schedule and make posting a priority rather than a task I insert below “express cat’s anal glands” on my to do list.

I don’t know.  Maybe I’ll just change the theme again.


Pimp my blog

Evie inspired me to begin this blog, and I really enjoy writing it every week.  I hadn’t written anything for so long, I was afraid to try to start again.  However, although the writing part of my brain still still sputters sometimes like a car that won’t start (See?), when I really get going, it starts to flow out of me, just like the old days.  I gotta tell you, there’s no feeling in the world like the muse really kicking in and knowing what’s spilling out of you and onto the screen is good stuff.

But I found myself thinking of other things I wanted to write about that had nothing to do with Eve.  I know!  How can there be anything else to think about?  Bruce Springsteen, aka my secret lover, said it best (and I paraphrase):  “When you start creating every day, using your talent, your brain will open and become more receptive to new ideas, new creation.  That’s where ideas come from. ”  Of course, The Boss also invited Wendy to “strap [her] hands ‘cross [his] engines,” so do with that what you will.

What I’m trying to say, in my roundabout, confusing, just-get-to-the-point-already way, is that I’ve started a new blog.  It’s a non-Evie blog, although Evie will certainly be mentioned on occasion, called Notes from the Handbasket.  I thought that was a sufficiently witty, cynical, writerish, full-of-myself title. 

I hesitated to tell you about this new blog because it’s very different from The Evie Standard.  I’ve done my best to make sure Evie’s blog maintains at least a PG rating.  Notes from the Handbasket is more about my life as Katie and less about my life as Evie’s mommy.  What I’m trying to say is that there will be swearing, people.  There will be swearing, taking the Lord’s name in vain, the F bomb and possibly drugs and hookers.   Because that’s the way I, Katie, talk.  I clean it up as best I can for you here, but I’m lettin’ it fly over there.  Besides, sometimes a few choice words just sound better, and if you’ve ever seen a Tarantino film, you know what I mean.

So, I warned you.  And, in my defense, most of the mommies in my blogroll don’t separate their mommyblog from their regular blog — it’s all one crazy R-rated party with ranting manifestoes of swear-filled stream-of-consciousness right next to the cutest pictures of their babies.  And the writing is some of the best on the Internet.  Just sayin’.

Anyway.  Now back to your regulary-scheduled blog.