I went out to lunch with a bunch of the copywriters a couple of weeks ago to welcome a new writer to the staff--not that I got a welcome lunch when I came here (but I’m not bitter or anything). At one point, out of the blue, one of the writers said, “Hey, do any of you keep a blog?”
Naturally, my first thought was “It’s a trap!”
I’m always paranoid that someone from work will find this blog. I probably shouldn’t fret so much, I’ve been pretty up-front about my love of this agency. But still, I’ve probably written more than I should have, and I’m always afraid of it coming back to bite me on the ass.
So I just sat there and didn’t say anything. There were mostly mumbles from around the table, “eh, I wouldn’t have anything to write about;” “my life’s too boring to write down;” “I don’t have the time.”
The guy asking the question went on to say that he was thinking of starting one. I mentioned how you have to be careful about what you write about work, and immediately he says, “well, of course I wouldn’t write about work.”
Yes, of course not. Blogging about work would just be stupid.
When asked what he would write about, he thought maybe fishing or another hobby. He pointed out how the best blogs focus on one topic.
Hmm, I thought. Is that right?
By and large the blogs I read are like mine, slice-of-life. They aren’t just about parenting or industry insight or whatnot. Matter of fact, I find the narrow focus blogs a little boring. Then again, almost all the ones I enjoy are written by people with kids. Then I started thinking, good God, have I become a mommy blogger? One of those intolerable harpies who chronicle every cute utterance and petty playground slight in overwrought purple prose?
Ugh! But, looking back to recent posts, I see I have discussed a man sucking his own dick; considered the pros of eating a shit sandwich and invited my readers to watch donkey porn.
I think maybe the mommy brigade isn’t quite ready to welcome me with open arms.