I’ve been at this stay at home momness since I was pregnant with August. I went back to college in my early twenties to major in biology. In my third year, I found out I was bad at it and quit to have babies. The only thing I didn’t fail out of that semester was a writing class that I loved. The teacher was inspiring and encouraging. The class size was small and there were no assholes. And it got me to enjoy writing for the first time in years. When I stopped going to school, I decided to go back to blogging, something I had sporadically dabbled in but never really found a way to enjoy.
As someone that has always tried to find something I was good at without much luck (my basement is a crafting graveyard,) I felt like writing was something I could just kind of… Do. I like this shit. And I really like that some other people like it. I feel like a cool kid or at the very least, a mildly entertaining weirdo.
A few months ago, I submitted an old blog post I wrote while pregnant with August to Scary Mommy. If you’re not familiar with that site, it’s basically a place for mom snark and cursing. It got accepted, and I felt so. Fucking. Good. A couple months later, I started getting paid for original content that they accepted. Getting a paycheck for the first time in over three years felt unreal. Mostly because I couldn’t believe someone was paying me for a bunch of words I barfed out.
So I’m a writer now and famous and a really big deal. It’s fancy. I’ll start letting you guys know when something of mine goes up on Scary Mommy. It just so happens, a new one is up right now. If you’d like to read the other things I’ve had published on their site, you can read them here. And remember, kids-
You, too, can drop out of college, get knocked up, and spend all your time on the Internet. Strive for greatness.