Yesterday I made a grave error. I mentioned to Dahling that I had been suffering a terrible case of blogger’s block.
Now, this might not seem like a big deal, but Dahling is both nosy as all hell and completely technologically inept. She calls her email address her website. She routinely turns the cable box off and then can’t figure out why the tv doesn’t work. And most impressively, she just discovered, after having a cell phone for 8 years, that it has a power button. But, incomprehensible or not, she got wind of information about my life that she had not yet investigated and this would not do.
Now, this is not to say that I had never mentioned having a blog around her, but up until yesterday I had successfully glossed over it by explaining that this is where Danielle goes to pretend she is funny and likable and that it is on “the AOL”. But now she wanted to know what kind of things I write about, and if other people can see it and this and that. It was essentially a “Where do babies come from?” moment.
“Well, Dahling, when I think something is funny or worth talking about I write a blog post about it. And then I use a special website that takes what I wrote and puts it on the internet.”
“And people read this?” The woman sure knows how to knock a girl down a few pegs.
“Yes, some people do. Mostly people I know, but sometimes people I don’t. And I read other people’s blogs and we can all leave each other little notes.” It went on like this for a while and was utterly painful.
After some time, a look flashed across her face that I have, over many experiences learned can only mean mother has had an idea.
“Maybe I will start a blog.” And maybe she will. That is part of the beauty of blogging, anyone can do it.
…but I’m not introducing her to Twitter until she learns how to tell if the printer is on.