My go to line when people tell me I should write. I’m just quippy. I’m sassy. Sarcasm is a second language.
I got told again last night that I should make a blog. Granted, it was my mother in law and she’s a truly fantastic cheerleader, but it still felt good to hear that someone *anyone* thinks I’m funny.
Here’s why it came up: I’m completely binge listening to a podcast I recently found called My Favorite Murder. Yep. You read that right. I’m completely fascinated by serial killers and the psyche behind it. And listening to the two hosts, Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark, is basically the same as sitting in the same room as two California-living versions of myself.
I introduced my mother in law to the podcast and we really enjoy discussing it together. One of the things they do is your “hometown murders” which seems to be one of those things that everyone has. I actually have one where I served the murderer when I was a bar tender back in GA (Gawd, I sound so crazy right now) and I sent it in to them. I forwarded the email to my mother in law. Her response was more of the feel-good cheerleading that everyone loves to hear, “OMG THAT’S AWESOME!!!!! THEY WILL SOOOO READ THAT! YES IM YELLING!!!”
We chatted for another minute or two and then went about our work day. I’ve had a really busy week at work and haven’t had time for much else. C took A out to dinner and ice cream for their Friday guys night, while R and I stayed home. They were still out shortly after I got R into bed so I decided to have a glass of wine and peruse my social media and maybe listen to an episode of the MFM while the house was quiet.
I sit down, take a sip, then look at my phone. Oh, look, my mother in law texted me while I was getting R ready for bed:
“FYI, I had book club tonight and I was telling everyone about the podcast and I read them your hometown murder and a room full of teachers LOVED your writing….they laughed AND gasped which I assume is what you were going for! We all think you need to do a blog!”
Well… *big sip of wine*… I do.
I chickened out though. So instead I made a comment about how no one would read it. She cheered me on a little more (God love her) before she went to bed.
I think I terrified to admit that I actually just like to write. I’m always scared that someone won’t like what I have to say, or won’t like my opinions or something. Which is silly. Blogging is personal in nature. One of these days I’ll get up the courage to tell people about it. Or share it. Or just own it at all.
Please tell me I’m not the only one who’s a complete chicken about this stuff. Or tell me I’m being ridiculous. Either way.