‘Fessing Up

So, I have a confession to make. This is not my first blog. No, my first blog was started in 2003 on one of those other sites (waves her hand indistinctly). It wasn’t very formal. It wasn’t really the sort of writing you want people to find on Google. I never informed my parents or other family members about it. I did, however, make a ton of fantastic “online” friends and give way more updates about how hungry/tired/bored I was than was really required.

But gradually, I found I wanted to have a more public voice. As my writing increasingly turns to be about my children, I wanted to share with my larger family. And I’m getting smarter in my old age. I hope I’m smart enough to not write anything that would embarrass me now or later. So I went public and didn’t let on that it was “in media res”.

But… there were a few actual decent posts in the old blog. All my first pregnancy is documented there. The two miscarriages. Big thoughts. Perhaps one in twenty posts is something I’d like to hold on to.

So gradually I’m pulling in the best and most pertinent of my old writing here. If you go all the way back into my archives, you’ll see a number from 2003. I suspect that the stickiness of the writing — my desire to persist it — will increase as I began to find my voice.

I’m actually rather amazed at just how YOUNG and PERKY the posts from that first year really are!

So here you go. If you’re bored (and I can’t really imagine any other reason) feel free to go back and check out the archives as I fill in the years between 2003 and 2008.

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Brenda currently lives in Stoneham MA, but grew up in Mineral WA. She is surrounded by men, with two sons, one husband and two boy cats. She plays trumpet at church, cans farmshare produce and works in software.

3 thoughts on “‘Fessing Up”

  1. Killer McCleavage?? Is that you?? From one of those other sites (waves her hand indistinctly). It’s me!! Swagger Daddy! I guess we can’t go by our old sexy names now that we’re, het hem, sharing our souls with people we know.

    Seriously, I blogged on myspace for a year and only had friends who I didn’t know. It was a lot easier to write and share and find my voice with strangers that feel guarded if this person or that person that I know reads this or that about me. It helped me not care what other people think which a writer needs to do to write freely.

    I go back every now and then and use an old post from myspace. Er I mean that other site. But my writing has changed a little since then, so unless I’m really stuck, I don’t go back picking through the closet.


    1. Darn it Swagger-D! I didn’t think YOU’D be the one to out me here!

      “It was a lot easier to write and share and find my voice with strangers” – there’s a lot of truth to that. But that was the danger about it too, that none of us really paid attention to. It’s the internet. You might think you’re talking to a bunch of anonymous friends from faraway places, but that’s an illusion of confidentiality.


      1. Ughm…you can’t be Killer McCleavage…I am THE Killer McCleavage. To think someone would want to steal my identity.


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