" The most creative act you will ever undertake is the act of creating yourself."
-DEEPAK CHOPRA

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Yes, I'm Still Blogging

No, not here! Didn't want anyone to think I'd given up or got tired of it. Just tired of it here. I've picked a niche and went elsewhere. And, I'm writing anonymously because I can and choose to. I don't know if I will come back here or not but for reasons I have expressed in other posts, not right now. This may have just been practice on my part. Regardless, I'm gone.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

WTH

What is it with all these "great" mom bloggers? They write. They are successful (meaning they make money off of their blogs). They are selfish. They appear to be wonderful, caring, super duper moms but now I realize there is this click out there in my niche and they have been "clicking" for years (meaning they read each others blogs, comment on each other's blogs and willingly give free advertising for each other's blog's=kissing each other's asses). Why? Dumb question. To succeed. Make money. I get it. Obviously, I get it. I'm trying to do it but when you throw yourself head first into their lives. Reading their blogs, commenting on their blogs, helping them make money on their blogs by way of free advertising on your blog. . .well, you kind of develop an expectation they will "befriend" you. But they don't. Their is no room in their click. They all apparently started blogging roughly around the same time; the blogging trend was at it's peak.

I have actually had this kind of thing happen in small towns we've moved to. So, here I am, large town, large blogging world trying to make friends and not getting anywhere. People have become so damn selfish. Busy. I know what busy is. I have 4 kids, 2 cats, 1 dog, 1 grandma and 1 dad living here. I know what busy is. I also, know I have free time and so do these other mom's. However, they fill it with "trying to make money". Their lives have become about that. Planning and executing writing their blogs. There posts have went from being posts to writing "articles". I read them and think "Really". I wrote something at least equivalent to that today.

Any idea how many times I have commented to these wonderful super duper blogger moms only to not be acknowledged. Seriously, one of the #1 rules here! Comment to comments. Show you care. Show you appreciate your readers. Your "Trekkers" so to speak.

I didn't start this blog to lash out at the big big's biodad. I didn't start this blog to make money but now that I'm here I expect it. I realize the potential and want it. Need it. We have no income. My husband is stuck in a rut and can't seem to get anything "going". I could but all it will do is screw me up. And, the kids.  I write honestly. I write borderline interesting and funny. I don't take the time to plan because I don't need to. Seriously, planning your posts forever in advance? What's that about?! I think planned writing takes away a lot from the real purpose behind most blog's. Unless your doing it for a brick and mortar business. To help your business (like a farm or retail) grow, then I think it's lame.

I put my commas where they belong. I write decent paragraphs. I write decent content. I share my life. I have few followers. Why? Those who do take the time to read won't even simply click the join button on the side of my blog. Most won't comment or won't comment on here?! Sorry to hassle but people are missing the point here. I want to be acknowledged (just like anyone else in the world). I need to be acknowledged. Whatever (shaking my head)! This is why I haven't been writing any blog posts. I have started many only to become discouraged and wonder what the point is. The point is without "joiners" and comments I can't draw companies to my blog to advertise which would be money in pocket. Get it? I have wrote daily in the past and now that the craft fair has come and gone, I will again.

Oh, and to hold to my word. . .I have a beautiful free Halloween wreath that I am going to give away free to some random reader as soon as YOU figure out how to do this! You know. . .read, leave a comment. I'd post a pic but it's on my camera and it's 5 am so trust me its beautiful! It's gray, black and cream yarn mixed and oh so soft and fluffy with 2 felt bats stitched on with pipe cleaners to adjust their wings to your liking.

I bid you farewell and good luck!
-Kim



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Thursday, October 11, 2012

Random Thoughts

Sitting at the ole' breakfast nook in my 1980's country style kitchen with bedroom floral wallpaper having breakfast with one of the wee tiddler's. Eating pumpkin pop tarts. Yum. Wondering why play-doh smells so bad. Yuck. Disliking that it gets stuck under the nails every time I get it out. Thinking it needs to come with a nail cleaning kit. Pondering whether I will be successful at the art show. Who reads this blog anyway? Show yourselves. Why so anonymous? Why does the wee tiddler need all 8 cans of doh open? Dislike.

Maybe, I should have named my blog something about free writing because I do not have a "niche". I do not want a niche. I just want to write about whatever is in my mind freely without judgement or worry. I want to write about how my mum disassociated when I was a little girl and didn't listen to me when I spoke and didn't feed me when she was sewing but then who will disown me if I do write about this horrifying childhood I survived. Which may not be as bad as some other's childhood but it was bad for me. Obviously, I didn't die from starvation. I figured out how to feed myself. However, since then I have intentionally starved myself, made myself vomit after gorging myself and hated what the mirror shows me everyday my entire life.

I want to write about living at my grandma's house until I was 5 and then being uprooted from my safety net and dropped into a foreign environment that fell down around us. The horror behind those walls that is my version of what happened. We all have a different version but we never talk about it. I've asked. I hear, "I don't remember." I hear, "It didn't bother me, just you." I hear, "If I tell you it will "kill" you." I hear, "I didn't notice." Obviously. Please for the love of sanity will someone just talk to me?

Hello. . .is there anybody out there? Just nod if you can hear me. or comment. comments are appreciated. I may chase some of you away today but if you can't comment and say hello then maybe you shouldn't be here. I am however really honestly going to have a giveaway as soon as this craft show is over on the 20th. If you want to win something I've made just in time for Halloween to decorate with or something for your wee tiddler to love then you will have to comment. Just warning you ahead of time.

Sincerely,
Random Writer