But 'tis done - all words are idle -
Words from me are vainer still;
But the thoughts we cannot bridle
Force their way without the will.
I've been trying to think of what to say here for...oh, well, ever since that last post. And I haven't really come up with anything, except a case of the hives because my lands, my last post here CANNOT BE ABOUT PUBIC HAIR.
Yep. Last post.
As you've probably read elsewhere, ClubMom is shutting down the MomBlogs at the end of the year. Trust me when I say I was in no way surprised and am completely prepared -- and since knowing "for sure" I've been able to happily pursue some other opportunities I've been keeping on hold because I've never been able to squeeze more hours out of the day. I can't wait to tell you guys about them.
In short, I'm mostly...relieved. I loved writing this blog -- I loved reading everything everybody had to say and being able to spotlight special stories and send new bloggers traffic and send needy bloggers support. I've loved having a smaller and almost more-private place to talk about parenting and ask questions without getting so much feedback I regret asking in the first place. And what was life like without Halushki, Mrs. Flinger, Lag Liv, the underwear drawer, Untangling Knots...just to name a few?
(Crap! That's what. Life was crap. Better living through blog reading. Amen!)
But I'm still kind of relieved. After 18 months and hundreds of entries, reading blogs became a chore. I'd long since exhausted my own favorites list and would spend hours bouncing from blog to blog, not really enjoying what I read but just hoping someone wrote something that would inspire a post and crap, the baby is up and I've got nothing. That's...really missing the point of my own stupid blog, don't you think?
So yes, the burnout rate is high over here, and I suppose it's more than a little ironic that my last saving grace was the CafeMom group, where I got to connect with bloggers as PEOPLE and not just random URLs I got off of a friend of a friend of a friend's blogroll. CafeMom will now be ClubMom's primary business. We bloggers don't really fit in over there, at least from a writing standpoint, but it is certainly a logical extension of the blogosphere community. Meet, chat, share, ask questions, get answers, get inspired, rinse and repeat.
I don't know what will happen with the Daily Dose group at CafeMom once I remove the promise of a Daily Dose spotlight, but I won't delete it or anything. It's a great spot for newbie bloggers to mingle with veterans and ask questions about platforms and ads and other blogging etiquette concerns. And it's a great spot for writing challenges and blog action days or to share something special you've written. I don't know. That was one of those things I hoped I'd figure out before posting here -- some way to highlight everybody who has joined over there without it looking just like the links list, ha -- but...well, there's this weird walrus here telling me the time has come to just post already and figure that stuff out later.
I hope you'll check out all the ClubMom bloggers as they move back to their personal blogs. Check out their ClubMom blogs -- they'll be available until January -- and find out where everybody is headed. Thanks. ClubMom is letting everybody keep their blog names and banners and archives, which is pretty awesome of them, especially since I remember there being quite the kerfluffle over the state of paid bloggers' copyrights back when we all got our first contracts.
Which...oh man. The day I got this gig I think I cried. The day I got a voicemail saying I was one of the finalists for this job I jumped up and down in a CVS and shrieked to the world that I get to stay home with my kid now! For that I will be eternally grateful. Thank you, ClubMom. Thank you.
If you told me back then I'd be out of a job in 18 months I
probably would have freaked out -- I had so little faith in my abilities to write anything other than amalah.com-type drivel or that the Internet would still be here and...I don't know...not be a series of non-paying tubes attached to our retinas or something -- but today 18 months feels pretty good, and it feels right. Time to move on, which is why I've decided to take ClubMom up on their offer to end my writing responsibilities immediately. Take a little vacation, or as much of a vacation as I can swing while still writing here and here and here. It's the selfish decision, I admit. But I'm done.
But you? You keep writing. I'll still be reading, I promise.