Going Dark

So, here's the thing: I'm actually starting to repel people.

And, I'm not the Man Repeller — it's not my goal to repel. But followers are taking the time to actually "un"follow me (as a testament to my lack of computeriness, I don't even know how to do that). Perhaps I am the Bizarro Sally Fields ("You DON'T like me! You really don't!).

And to show just how tired my media references are, along with the Sally Fields one I'm gonna use one from the defunct TV show "24" — I'm goin' dark.

I need to figure out what this blog is, what it should be, if it should be.

When I started two years ago — because my lovely friend MADE me by setting everything up and giving me no excuses — I thought it would give me a chance to dip my toes into the Internet waters, broaden my writing horizons. After all, my day job is as a newspaper journalist. Once they figure out how to line bird and guinea pig cages with non-newspaper substances, my career is kaput.

This thing was supposed to be mostly a food and fashion blog but sometimes included mommy musings (my other day/night job). I'm not a top fashionista (one of my least favorite words, along with rectal). There are infinitely more stylish ladies out there. Mostly, I thought I could offer tips on shopping, which I can do very, very well. Or, at the very least, offer something a little bit funny.

I figured what I lacked in flash — I don't have a professional photographer at my disposal and I'm not photogenic enough to put myself in multiple photos — I could make up for in sheer volume. I haven't missed a blog entry in months, maybe even a year.

So, I dunno. We'll see what happens. Maybe I'll get my groove back. Maybe I'll figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Cue old movie reference.... I can't figure it all out tonight, sir, so I'm just gonna hang with your daughter.