(Friendly turtle at our house)
Okay, so this seems a bit silly to write since I’m not aware that there is a single soul reading this blog besides my children, but just in case there is…
Mister Schwump is moving. Or perhaps I should say (since Mister Schwump is just my alter ego), Mister Schwump is going home. Back to my old blog, the one I quit for all kinds of reasons. One of those reasons was because I am insecure and neurotic and the terrible anxiety I began to feel in writing posts on my old blog felt almost intolerable.
But I do want to be a writer. More than anything. Which, unfortunately, means I need to write. (Imagine that!) Sure, I did write on this blog, but I hid here, too, so that no one could find me but my children. That way, I wouldn’t be judged. That way, no one would compare my writing to others. That way, I didn’t have to suffer such anxiety every time I published a post.
But for someone wanting to learn to write boldly and freely, hiding in a small, dark corner of the blogosphere seems a bit of a cop-out, doesn’t it? So, Mister Schwump is going home. Mister Schwump is going to teach me, Blue Ridge Blue Collar Beth, how to write without fear. How to write unburdened by doubts. If that’s possible, that is. I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?
So if you’re reading this, if I actually had more readers than my two children (with all their commenting aliases, haha), then I’d be glad to see you over at Blue Ridge Blue Collar Girl. Mister Schwump will see you there, too. He sincerely thanks you for reading.