Often, blogging comes in pairs. You need to have a real-life companion to get you through the grind. B is my companion in more ways than the marital kind. He’s a blogger too. Did you know that? Probably not since I’m writing this against his will. He will die when he sees that I’m finally outing him. That’s just a quirk of his personality. He does good stuff like write a poetry blog that has done well on Tumblr, but then I’m not allowed to talk about it. Oh well. If he wants to divorce me for thinking he’s great, then I guess it’s not meant to be with us. ;D
So he writes a blog on Tumblr. Here it is. He updates it daily and he has a decent following. He is even featured on the Tumblr Spotlight for poetry. Yeah, it’s kind of a big deal. It’s a bit like Freshly Pressed, except it’s categorized and (as far as we can tell) permanent. A few months back he self-published his first collection of poetry. And get this: it actually sold. He’s now working on his second collection. I couldn’t be more proud. Can you tell?
At some point, my husband and I both became obsessed with our blogs. Blogging is currently the biggest passtime we have in common, right behind Miss C. And can she be considered a passtime? That seems like bad parenting. “Oh, you know, I was bored, so I decided to catch up on feeding the baby today. How invigorating!”
I am grateful that we have blogging (and the baby, for that matter) in common. He doesn’t pooh-pooh me when I ask him to take charge of Miss C for the afternoon when I need to catch up on writing, commenting, and reading other blogs. I don’t have to explain to him what Freshly Pressed means, as I do with some of my IRL friends. We can talk about self-hosting, ads, stats, and other shop talk and be fully engrossed in the mundanity of it all. We get excited in each other’s successes. He was the one who wanted me to start a blog in the first place. I’ll talk a bit more about why on Friday in a What’s Next piece.
If you check out his blog, the first thing you’ll notice is that it’s pretty much the exact opposite of mine. He doesn’t make direct references to me or Miss C in his poetry, and you’ll never find a link to my blog there. I like it that way. It makes me know that he’s retaining a shred of himself as we go through these big changes in our lives. He’s still B, but in the guise of Murrooned. And writing a blog is better than playing golf, IMHO.
So when does Miss C get her own URL? Not too soon. We have to protect her. But she occasionally tweets:
Riveting, I know.
Do you have someone in your life who encourages you in an ongoing undertaking like blogging?