A mere 24 hours ago I hit PUBLISH and whoosh! Off into cyberspace flew my first-ever blog. Or was it a post? I still prefer “essay” or “column” which is exactly my problem. In my mind I had instantly become the new Judith Viorst meets Erma Bombeck meets Carrie Bradshaw meets Anne LaMott! In truth? I had no idea what I was doing.
To be clear, it WAS a really-super-fun-OMG-thanks sooo much-you’re very sweet to say so-kinda day. There were comments, subscriptions and posts . . . oh my! I got just enough encouragement to bolster my already delusional ego. What should I wear to the awards show? And where would I put my BLOGGIE?
Then I asked for advice.
Three friends – who are writers and bloggers -quickly responded to my breezy request for “a few tips” on this exciting new chapter in my fabulously artistic life. Three smart, kind, thoughtful, well-informed friends offered me the following advice:
1) Stephanie encouraged me to “keep writing, precious”. Will do, Steph!
2) Travis wrote a somewhat lengthier comment that was both philosophical and funny. Plus, he had “links” to other “blogs” he thought would give me some perspective and get the feel of what this cyberworld is like. I literally laughed out loud – is that LLOL? – while reading boomama.net . Dang, she’s good, I thought. And look at her website/webpage/webdealie. Looks awesome . . . hmm . . . ooh, that’s really smart, I see what she’s doing there. Wow, and thanks, Travis.
3) Karla sent me several informative links to professional bloggers (say what?). She wrote of templates and time-management, of voice and visual elements, of cabbages and kings. Everything I needed to know was right there! How smart am I to have such smart friends? The printer was spitting out one of the professional to-do-lists as I read these 5 words: “. . . before you launch your blog.”
Perhaps my visual element would not be a stock photo if I had asked for advice FIRST!?! And I’m 99% sure my adorable profile pic would be right side up if only I had . . . okay, fine, I get it . . good grief!
After an always appropriate glass of Real Coke with Crushed Ice (accept no substitutes) and a short nap curled up on the couch with Mollydog, things were better. I felt just as foolish, but a bit more philosophical about the countless mistakes I had made on Blogging: Day One.
So, I’m a ditzy, dreamy, klutzy, leap before I look, lah de dah kinda girl who’s feeling a little bit lost in the brave new wilderness of our CyberGalaxy. But oh, the stars are soooo sparkly . . .
I’m not the only one out here, right?