Well folks, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news. Not they’ve-decided-to-stop-producing-fair-trade-chocolate bad news, or even I’ve-decided-to-join-a-commune-and-go-off-the-grid bad news but bad news nonetheless.
You might have noticed that I missed Monday’s post, and those of you who have been following my blog since the beginning of my Great Date Experiment will have noticed that my posts have become shorter (and less exciting) of late.
There are several reasons for this, and as much as I’d like to blame The Wedding Date (boyfriends make rather convenient scapegoats, don’t they?) it’s not his fault—at least not entirely. I’m writing for several online magazines these days and between all of my students, I’ve got thirteen tap routines to get finished up and polished in time for this year’s recitals.
My co-producer and I also received some unexpected news last week: Remember that grant application you submitted months ago but never thought you’d actually get? Well, you got it. We want you to produce a show at City Hall. And we want it in exactly one month.
With so many things going on (sometimes I really wish I had regular 9-5 office job!) I’ve reached the point where I wake up every morning cursing my alarm clock because I realize, “Oh crap. My blog. And I’ve got nothing.”
The thing is, I used to spend my weekends recording my life, but now, thanks to The Wedding Date and a number of other factors, I’m spending those weekends actually living my life. (Or conducting rehearsals, or trying to get caught up on sleep now that I’m officially an old lady…but either way I’ve got way less spare time than I used to.)
I never set out to be a blogger—I set out to be a writer. A writer who just happened to write a blog in addition to everything else because she used to be scared to death of actually sharing her work with anyone and figured it was high time to get over it. (Seriously, I used to think posthumous publication was totally the way to go until I realized that I could actually make money as a writer and decided that I’d like to be able to buy new shoes in this lifetime, thank you very much.)
Today marks my 525th post, and that’s not even including the blog I kept during my year at Oxford or my year and a half in London. At 500 words a pop (and that’s a conservative estimate) we’re talking 262,500 words. That’s almost three books!
No offence to everyone who has been kind enough to read, comment, advise and encourage over the past few years but I’d rather write books than sit around spewing “Today, The Wedding Date and I went to a coffee shop. I saw three Queen Village brats but then they left after ordering their chocolate milk so we all lived happily ever after.”
Does this mean I’m giving up on Fieldwork in Stilettos? No way! (I did, after all, finally register my very own domain name.) I’m just cutting back—so if you don’t subscribe already, you probably should. (Or you can continue boosting my traffic by checking my site on an hourly basis waiting for the next update— that’s fine too.)
I’ll be posting once (and sometimes twice) a week from here on out, with an aim towards quality instead of quantity. Plus I want to be a better blog buddy to all of the people who read and comment on my blog—I’m sorry that I so rarely find the time to read and comment on yours!
Of course, I won’t be running off without a proper goodbye (and really, it’s not goodbye, it’s just “see you next week” instead of “see you tomorrow”) so I’ve got a book review coming up later this week that’s all about online dating—woohoo!
Until then, I want to make sure I don’t leaving you all hanging without anything good to read in the morning so if you write your own blogs, please add a comment to today’s post with the link and a brief description.
And as always, thanks for reading.
- Mi Novio Nuevo (fieldworkinstilettos.com)
- Finally: The Wedding Date’s Kids (fieldworkinstilettos.com)
- You Can Never Have Enough Chocolate Covered Strawberries (fieldworkinstilettos.com)