Good on Paper

Currently buried under: bird feathers (yes, Imposter brought in Birds # 3 and 4 this morning)

These are not the reasons I’ve started a blog:

• I have so much free time that I didn’t know what else to do
• I’m an especially extroverted person who likes to share her personal life with strangers
• I’m so neurotric that I have to indulge myself by blog writing (which is similar to talking to yourself)
• I plan to make loads of money and write a blog for a living (since no other job wants me)

These are, however, possible motivations that I’m considering fessing up to:

• I was so inspired by Editrix that I thought I’d copy off of her
• I had an optimistic thought that when I eventually publish my chick lit novel (yet to be written), I could help market it with a personal blog
• It’s a good way to develop a virtual portfolio of writing for freelance gigs
• Because I wrote some less than stellar articles and wanted to show off (see upper right hand corner of this page)

Really, I think I’ve been immersed in academia too long. Sometimes I forget how to have conversations that don’t involve writing and teaching and pedagogy and literature.  Anyone who knows me knows I’m much more at home when I’m talking about beer and reality TV. My favorite party game is Adult (re:dirty) Mad Libs. I’d rather watch reruns of Sex and the City on TBS than read, I don’t know, Faulkner.  I’m trying to find a way to bridge one version of myself with the other.  This is good practice because it’s about writing and reading, but also about Chick Lit (which we all know academia frowns at).

Now, I’m off to disinfect the floor where the fourth massacre occured. Sigh.