So I received a personal email from a faithful reader letting me know she misses Good News Sunday. Truthfully, I was thinking just the other day how long it’s been since I’ve written a Good News post. For those who don’t know, I used to post nothing but a bulleted list of good news each Sunday because, frankly, there’s enough bad stuff to feed our brains and still have enough for leftovers.

The Good News Sunday posts ceased to exist when I had my mini-breakdown related to the pressure I was feeling to blog on a schedule. As much as I’d like to be, I’m no Scribbit. Perhaps if I received 50,000 page views   each month, I might be tempted to roll out the red carpet as far as both reliability and quality are concerned. Then again, Michelle didn’t get where she is today without a lot of hard work on her part, and she is one fantastic blogger.

Anyway, I’ve been giving blogging a lot of thought lately. In fact, my internal bloggy reflections just about caused me to run through a stop sign the other day on  my way home from the grocery store. Eeks! I know the quality of my content has been suffering, and frankly, I feel just about ”blogged out.”

I cannot see myself blogging beyond 2008; I’m running out of things to say that I think really matter or that have the ability to provoke lurkers from delurking. My most successful post, to date, has been about how to make a pirate hat. Go figure. If how to make a pirate hat is my post popular post, everything else I write must be horribly sub-standard. It wasn’t even a nicely written post, and the accompanying picture was just awful, but without that post, I would lose a quarter of my 200 daily page views. *Acutally 200 page views is on a really good day. Realistically, I receive between 150-175 page views each day.* There’s just not many of you who read my blog on a consistent basis. I’m basically sticking around at this point to garner more interest in Root & Sprout. As soon as I feel confident that Root & Sprout can reel readers in on it’s own, I’ll probably be done with blogging.

The thing is, I don’t want to invest the amount of time in this blog to make it into one of the Top 10 Mommy Blogs. Really, I don’t think I’m Top 10 material anyway. I feel a lot like I did when I was in high school, like I’m living in the shadow of some really great people. Blogging is not my genre, so to speak, and I can’t pretend to be even good at it.

I stated before that I don’t want to be popular, but I’d like to retract that statement now. I don’t want to be popular for sharing my personal life on my blog, but I do want to be popular for creating what I hope to be a wonderful parenting site in Root & Sprout. The second edition is coming along nicely and looking really good, and it’s my goal to make each edition better than the last.

With that said, Root & Sprout consumes a lot of my time. Not only do I write many articles for the site, I comb through every submission I receive until I have read each one several times and edited them to “fit” the site. Each one of you has a very different style of writing (which is nice for variety in blogging), but pick up any magazine and you will see that there is a cohesive flow to how it reads as a whole. Editing just one article takes me anywhere from 30-60 minutes, because I want to be careful to “correct” for grammar and mechanics while preserving the integrity of your content. Perhaps I’m just slow. Or maybe I’m just anal. Or it could be that I can’t do anything without one of my three kids interrupting my work every five minutes.

Here’s a look at the other responsibilites associated with Root & Sprout, besides writing and editing:

  • moving articles and pictures to the archives
  • posting new articles and pictures to the site
  • formatting the pages
  • formatting SEO keywords
  • Root & Sprout newsletter
  • Root & Sprout marketing
  • Root & Sprout legal
  • Root & Sprout business

There is plenty of behind-the-scenes stuff associated with establishing an online magazine, and I’m often up until my eyes are red and grainy (my cat is walking around with my fabric tape measure in its mouth so that it’s trailing about 10 ft behind him - funny!) and I can no longer see straight.

Besides my largely unpaid work (at this time) for Root & Sprout, there are other writing and non-writing related projects on which I am working:

  • a collaborative preschool-aged story with my oldest daughter
  • print work for consumer magazines
  • year-end school “stuff” at both the preschool and elementary school
  • vacation plans
  • vegetable garden
  • keeping house
  • making sure my family is fed
  • being a wife
  • being a mother

Lately, blogging has taken the backseat to everything else (read, my life). I actually woke up the other night in a cold sweat questioning my claim to be a “writer.” I often feel that I am just “playing” at being a writer. Yes, I’ve been published both online and in print. Yes, I am developing an online “magazine.” Yes, I am currently working on projects that have the potential to pay in the longrun. However, I am not working on any lucrative projects at this point, and, as strange as it may sound to you, I feel like not earning a paycheck makes me not really a writer. You know how scary not earning a $ and harboring feelings of doubt is for me?

For one thing, you all know how I feel about gas and food prices. Gas here is $3.96, or at least it was two days ago. I am insanely worried we’ll be paying $5.00 a gallon when we go on vacation (2400 miles roundtrip, not to mention excess driving). Our stimulus check from the IRS is tucked away in savings, and that’s how we’ll be able to take our first real family vacation in nearly 10 years.

Also, I quit my contract job believing that I was about to fall into another contract job. I was just about to sign the contract that promised to pay nearly the same amount of money for fewer hours worked. Plus, I was looking forward to the new job because the content sounded engaging and real. To make a long story short, I was dumped. It conjured up a few familiar feelings of being dumped by the only serious boyfriend I had before meeting my husband, the one whom, after he had given me a “promise ring” (cheesy, I know) decided just never to call or write or offer an explanation as to why I was no longer important in his life (he was in the Marines at the time and stationed in Egypt). Yeah, you could say I never completely recovered from that blow to my self-esteem. Yeah, you could say I am still really bitter about it, as much as I love my husband and would never change the events that led us to meet.

Losing a contract job is like a blow to your self-esteem, too. There was no call or explanation, simply a cease in communication. And in my opinion, it is not my responsibility to go chasing down every potential contract job or to take the lead in determining their intentions. They are the ones hiring me for a service, not for consultation as to how to run a website. But I digress. I offered my rates; I even offered to write at a discounted rate (and certainly below what other freelancers charge). And while I know that the reason this job didn’t materialize is because the timing probably wasn’t right for them afterall, I still feel disappointed. I’m sure it had nothing to do with me. I can tell myself that until I am blue-in-the-face, but the lack of a steady paycheck won’t pay to rent Hannah’s violin through the summer and next school year. It won’t pay to send Bridget and Jacob to the preschool summer day camp. It won’t pay to purchase a membership to the community public pool for the summer. It won’t pay for Hannah to go on the Girl Scout camping trip. It could have, but it won’t now.

I hate to admit that I am one of those people who measures self-worth by how much she contributes financially. Not your self-worth. My self-worth. I want to have my proverbial cake and eat it too. There is this competitive drive in me that I have squelched far too long because I felt, on some level, I shouldn’t be competitive. I have believed for close to a decade that I should want nothing more than to be a mother, but a mother is not all I want to be. I am sure that statement came out wrong and/or will be misconstrued by some, and I apologize. What I am trying to say, however, is there is a part of me that needs to feel successful at something other than being a mother, and I believe Root & Sprout can do this for me.

What does any of this have to do with Good News Sunday? Nothing, really. It’s not that I haven’t any good news to share. It’s just that my life is shooting off in so many directions right now that, like a handful of sand, it’s impossible to contain it all. Some of it, like blogging, will inevitably slip through the cracks between my fingers.