Oh Why Not
You want a blog? I’ll give you a blog. My beloved husband, the “owner” of this blog, has harassed me for a while to start blogging and I resisted. I resisted because it seemed a little creepy to put my world on the internet. I resisted because I didn’t have time or energy. I resisted because it was stupid, but most of all I resisted because I am boring.
As a “non working” mother, I spend my days surrounded by four delightfully lovely, yet excessively boring children. While I could document the innumerable needs I fulfill for them countless times a day, my readers would be likely to find me lacking in content. If a reader were perhaps interested in a critical deconstruction of the favorite DVD of the moment, You Say Sesame, I would happily oblige, pleased that I was finally putting my hard earned English degree to use. But as a realistic mother who knows that her day-to-day life is not worthy of public attention, I resisted the blog.
But now, things have changed.
I have taken one, yes one, writing class and now I am going to be a writer.
(The words themselves make me chuckle.)
What exactly is a writer? To many in the world a writer is an artist, someone who can take reality and tell it so beautifully, with such literary grace they are remembered for eternity. A writer is someone who touches others with their words, descriptions and characters; someone who can unite cultures and validate a person’s experience with one word, one phrase, one metaphor. Is that the type of writer I am longing to be? Will you, my readers, experience a great transformation in character because you read my beautifully constructed sentences?
Nope.
Instead you will get a first hand glimpse into what the insanity of my world is. You will realize what it takes to care for four kids under five and you will learn what skills I do and do not possess as a mother. You will learn about my relationship with my beloved Eric and our extended family. You will be my confidant.
In return, you will be my friends, something of which I am seriously lacking these days. You will be the people I turn to for a quick laugh or a shoulder (or keyboard) to cry on. Feel free to respond in any way. Pass it along too, for, possibly unbeknownst to you, the whole world is interested in hearing the tales of Betsey Matas—writer.
With all this in mind, hold on to your seats fair readers, this is going to be a bumpy (possibly boring) read.
As a “non working” mother, I spend my days surrounded by four delightfully lovely, yet excessively boring children. While I could document the innumerable needs I fulfill for them countless times a day, my readers would be likely to find me lacking in content. If a reader were perhaps interested in a critical deconstruction of the favorite DVD of the moment, You Say Sesame, I would happily oblige, pleased that I was finally putting my hard earned English degree to use. But as a realistic mother who knows that her day-to-day life is not worthy of public attention, I resisted the blog.
But now, things have changed.
I have taken one, yes one, writing class and now I am going to be a writer.
(The words themselves make me chuckle.)
What exactly is a writer? To many in the world a writer is an artist, someone who can take reality and tell it so beautifully, with such literary grace they are remembered for eternity. A writer is someone who touches others with their words, descriptions and characters; someone who can unite cultures and validate a person’s experience with one word, one phrase, one metaphor. Is that the type of writer I am longing to be? Will you, my readers, experience a great transformation in character because you read my beautifully constructed sentences?
Nope.
Instead you will get a first hand glimpse into what the insanity of my world is. You will realize what it takes to care for four kids under five and you will learn what skills I do and do not possess as a mother. You will learn about my relationship with my beloved Eric and our extended family. You will be my confidant.
In return, you will be my friends, something of which I am seriously lacking these days. You will be the people I turn to for a quick laugh or a shoulder (or keyboard) to cry on. Feel free to respond in any way. Pass it along too, for, possibly unbeknownst to you, the whole world is interested in hearing the tales of Betsey Matas—writer.
With all this in mind, hold on to your seats fair readers, this is going to be a bumpy (possibly boring) read.
Posted by Betsey Matas at 12/20/2008 2:32 PM 
Categories: Boring, Blog and e-publishing, Parenting, Writing, Blogging
Categories: Boring, Blog and e-publishing, Parenting, Writing, Blogging
Hey Betsey -- welcome to the Blogosphere! As another "non-working mother," I know writing about being driven crazy is more fun than just plain being driven crazy by your kids. Enjoy the outlet. I look forward to reading more.