A Compromise

I can honestly say I don't know what I am doing. I didn't think I'd miss blogging so much but I do. I am happy to say that I have Parts 1 and 2 of the blog being printed as I write this. I am working on Part 3. I'm excited to have a year's worth of writing in a tangible form. I am a little discouraged at any prospect of writing coming from the blog since I don't have a computer with any memory right now. Leo has promised me that he'll get mine fixed but anyone that has read this knows how that goes.

I am truly flattered by the outpouring of comments, emails, texts and calls I have gotten all week from readers being sad that I am not blogging anymore. I want to stay true to what I have set out to do and the challenge of writing a book from it but I really do miss it so I have decided that I will post once a week. That is a good compromise, I think. I am undecided about whether to post on Facebook but am leaning toward posting there when I do blog. Since Google makes it hard to comment on here, I want readers to have a place where they can comment. I do think that I am going to take my page down for the blog since I can't make it private. Those that want to follow it from the page, you can friend me and see it that way.

The more I think about the negative comments I got regarding posting it on Facebook from people that haven't or don't want to read it, the more it makes me want to keep posting it there. It's funny that the initial feeling is to shrink back but after more thought, I feel like coming out fighting mad. I also think the assumptions about what I am writing about are hilarious. Let's just say there are a lot of people that are very full of themselves.

The most exciting and daunting task is fictionalizing the blog. I know it can be done but I can't even get past renaming all the people that would be in it with my name being the hardest to decide. We are so tied to our name when it is an uncommon one. It's hard to go from an AnnMarie to a Sarah. I might just decide to keep mine. My extended family didn't want to be in the blog but I can't write a book and not include them so a good friend came up with an idea: sit everyone down and ask how they want to be portrayed. That alone will fictionalize that part. The chance to get to be whatever they want might be exciting for them. I'm going to do the same with my friends. For myself, I can't decide: freelance writer or work for the hospital taking pictures of stillborn babies. I know the ladder sounds sad and depressing but I have been there and I wish I had better pictures of Rocco. I'd love to be able to give that gift to someone else because it truly is priceless. Hmmm...it's my book. Maybe I'll do both. The problem with giving myself any sort of job is that at the heart of the story is being a stay-at-home mom and the craziness that comes along with it. They say that truth is better than fiction and I'll be honest...I don't know that I can come up with crazier stuff than the stuff that actually happens in this house. See what I mean about it being a daunting task?

Anyway, it is good to be back or at least once a week and already I have topics that I have been itching to talk about. Look for posts that are about love, bullying, Nico's bad luck, girl drama, debt and the things we go into it for and Scrabble (and the ginormous headache that goes with it). This week will have two posts because there is this one and I want to do the love one this week since it is Valentine's week. I've already been informed that Leo's belief that it is a "Hallmark holiday" still holds true which means...a whole lot of nothing is coming my way. That's okay. A whole lot of nothing is going his way as well.

I wonder if you all miss the blog as much as I miss writing it?