So some of you may remember the story of the blog, and how I took this up as a hobby while I was puttering away at getting a home-business established. And you may have noticed that I actually put a fair amount of time in it, and finding other wonderful blogs, and things like that there.
In related news, the day only has 24 hours in it.
Did you all know that??
I hate when rules or physics or natural laws or whatever get in the way of my fun.
People have often – and I truly mean often – overestimated the popularity of IPoMP. This has honored but greatly confused me.
So the other day, some little trampy chick said something about that and I grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her into a brick wall. (Well, a virtual brick wall, we were on Twitter.) I got right in her face and screamed, “WHY?? TELL ME WHY YOU THINK THAT!!!”
She spit out a tooth and whimpered, “Your comments! You get so many comments!”
“Huh,” said I, releasing her. Then I threatened to tell the world about her escapades with the left handed bee-keeper if she ratted me out and let her go.
I promise I am going to tie this all together. Stick with me for a few more sentences.
I think that I get so many wonderful, funny, generous, loving, hysterical, heartfelt, encouraging comments because funny is just easy to respond to. It’s so effortless to add to the punchline (which I love) or offer a laugh (which makes me feel wonderful) or share an amusing anecdote (which makes me smile), that perhaps that is the reason so many of the generous souls who read my blog also leave me some words to remember them by.
And, up until a week ago, with rare exception I have responded to every single one of those beautiful comments.
But that mystery thing that seems to make leaving a comment on IPoMP such a compelling thing to do has made responding to them…more than I can manage.
Oh, I am crying now. How silly am I?
Many of you are bloggers and you now how real you feel, how real your audience becomes, when those comments are left. And it has always felt to me like a conversation that you are having with me, and so to not answer you would be, well….rude.
And my mama taught me manners.
But that home-business that I took a break from because this – this bubble-happy domestic-disaster points-festival blog of mine that was such a reward for someone who has her whole life wanted to write – is calling to me to tend it and make it happen.
So I need to carve some time out of those damned 24 hours.
Something must go.
Reading others’ blogs? No.
Writing IPoMP? NO!!
That sort of only left one thing. Responding to your wonderful, incredible comments.
And I hate that it will feel – has felt this past week – like I am not having a conversation with you any more.
But hours cannot be picked like fruit. Time flies like a banana. Or something.
There was a metaphor that was meant to be in there somewhere but it escaped.
If you ask me a question (that’s not rhetorical) in the comments, I will respond to it. If there’s something you really want to share with me in a conversation, I will always answer your email. Posts here will go from 5-6 times a week to 3-4 times a week, at least for now.
But I promise to keep reading and loving each comment you leave me.
And I promise to keep writing funny, saucy, pumpkin-tramp bashing, kid-selling, laundry-hating posts here to make you laugh. Like this one, or this one, or when I’m feeling particularly brilliant with the graphics program, this one.