You don't even know what I do, and yes, I assure you - it's quality.
posted by conebaby on Friday May 28th 11:29am
Even though I've been writing this blog for three years, I am still in the process of learning to think of myself as "a writer". When people ask me what I do for a living, I still can't believe I get to say, "I'm a writer". I have been thinking a lot lately about what being a writer means to me now, and what I want it to mean for me in the future. To me, my blog is "personal", an online journal where I write about whatever strikes my fancy. I also write for clients who need copy for their websites and marketing materials, both online and off. And then I write the Houston Guide for PlanetEye Traveler magazine, which gives me the opportunity to get out and experience Houston at a rate perhaps faster than I might otherwise, to ensure that I always have story ideas. I write four pieces a week ranging from 300-600 words each, plus the occasional photo feature for PET. That is a lot of writing.
But I've been mulling, lately, about the things I don't write about. The things I won't - or until this point, wouldn't - write about.
Ever hear of being "Dooced"? If you read my blog, I've mentioned Dooce before. "Dooce" is the online moniker of Heather Armstrong, a wife, mother and blogger (and a whole lot of other cool things) living in Utah. She sort of invented the "mommyblogger" phenomenon - or at least, made it famous - but in her early days she blogged about her job and got fired for it