So you’ve spent years considering starting a blog, you’ve read more than you should about the logistics, you’ve set aside other priorities to make time for this new blog… now what?
Okay, maybe that’s just me but I have searched Pinterest and beyond for the next step. I’m talking every version of:
- What should my first blog post be about?
- What do writers blog about?
- Marketing for unpublished authors.
I’ve read myself in circles, considering my options carefully and at great length.
Where did that get me? Zero blog posts and a complex.
And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.
John Steinbeck
There are a lot of different camps out there from ‘offer something useful to keep ’em coming back’ to ‘it doesn’t matter.’
I am forever Team Rip Off The Band-Aid
AKA Team F*ck It.
Every scary decision I’ve ever made started with those two words. Good, bad and ugly. (There’s not always time for the complete “hold my beer and watch this” routine.)
So, that’s what this post is, good bad or ugly, it’s a stepping stone to my blogging mojo. Hopefully.
Thinking of what to post on my second, third or fourth entry is far less daunting and worrying about this one has eaten up too much of my time and brain space.
The Basics:
I have two current Works-in-Progress:
- Marble Lake: A novel-length spicy summertime, age-gap, single dad romance.
- Texas on Ice: A forced proximity, alpha hero type + headstrong heroine novella with a splash of denial and steaming side of redemption.
Up next on the blog docket:
- An expanded look at those WIPs. Mood boards, playlists, maybe a juicy detail or two.
- This tired girl’s guide to a making your whole week easier in one deliberate hour.
- How to harness a little order when your brain is a full-time creative factory of ideas and resolutions. (Hello, ADHD!)
And of course, I plan on sharing more about my little world. A look at the 500 hobbies I’ve picked up, yummy morsels from the world of romance, ALL things nerdy and what it’s like getting sober before thirty.
… there are beasts in the night, and delight and pain,
Neil Gaiman, All I Know Above Love
and the only thing that makes it okay, sometimes,
is to reach out a hand in the darkness and find another hand to squeeze,
and not to be alone.
I’ve spent a lifetime feeling crazy – escaping into intricate imagined worlds and down rabbit holes hidden between the pages of books just to feel like I belonged somewhere.
For this blog, my only hope, my “ideal reader,” is the one person who sees something here and realizes they’re not alone.