No, seriously, thank you. I pined and cried and whined like a 15-year-old girl to be on Freshly Pressed. I wanted it so bad that I could taste it, which is well chronicled here if you’ve been hanging around long enough. I got so frustrated that I actually dropped the microphone and walked away from blogging for a few months. Now, I’m not saying that I am a talented writer (duh) and proper grammar is something I have to really focus on to perfect but I was driving myself bananas about it, checking each post so voraciously that blogging itself became a major chore. And look, I have enough chores as it is. If I was Cinderella, my ass never would have made it to the ball.
But then, I came back and something truly magical happened.
A tiny revamp. Just an itty bitty little change that somehow changed my entire perspective (and all-consuming, burning need to be) on Freshly Pressed. Don’t ask me why. Don’t ask me why it even matters in the slightest…but it does. I am free! Free to write poorly composed and typo-ridden posts again that actually fit into my life without causing knock down, drag out fights with my husband about how much time I am spending in front of the computer to make zero dollars and zero cents.
*Breaths huge sigh of relief*
So thank you, Freshly Pressed, for taking the name of the blog off of the FP page. Just the post title, tag, and my picture? Pffft…who cares? I change my picture all of the time. Without the name it just feels…anonymous. And I only wanted it for temporary blog fame. To take a screen shot and make it my blog header or something equally shallow and vapid.
Now? Now I just have to write. Write how and when I want. I’ll post at midnight…I don’t caaaaaaare. Grammar? That’s for real authors. Me? I’m just here to have a good time. 😉
I'm just living minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day.