It's taken me a while to warm up to the idea of a blog. I hadn't considered it seriously until I had an unexpected job opportunity to work as a real, honest-to-goodness freelance editor. An opportunity that subsequently fell through. I suddenly realized that I did need something "professional" to do. We'll see if this is it.
I've always felt more comfortable editing other people's writings than necessarily writing my own. I will doubtless look back and think that things could have been worded better, differently. But there is no dress rehearsal for life, and if you decide to read, you'll put up with me. You have to; it's what makes you a reader.
But I hope at least to be amusing, at least some of the time. I can almost certainly promise you that I'll offend you at some point. I will apologize now. It's not that I'm the offensive sort. It's just that my foot hovers dangerously close to my mouth at all times.
I'd like to claim that all my postings will be profound. Right. That I'm the next hidden gem of untapped talent. I can think of at least one person far more worthy than I. I'm just me--trying not to lose it and so far succeeding.
I can promise to regale you with tales of the ridiculous journey that is Mom-dom, editing and writing tips (let's be blunt: the things that drive me nuts, and I hope you don't do), my "crunchy" mom side (natural birthing, breastfeeding, baby wearing), and the assorted oddities.