Yesterday was the one year anniversary of Backwoods Mom.
It was just over two years ago when a friend of mine said, “Hey, you should start a blog!” And I said, “A blog? What’s that?” And it took me a while to get going, as I stumbled the path of ignorance, bouncing quickly from “What’s a blog?” to writing my own simple html codes and rubbing elbows with some of the bigger names in the business.
And so it began, this spiral down the rabbit hole.
I’m not much of a blogger. I don’t write every day, or even every week. I don’t do well with controversy or think of things to say just for the sake of blogging. I have a hard time keeping up on comments, and though I read every single one on my phone, I rarely find the time to squeeze in a response (for that, I apologize). I don’t run contests or giveaways, nor do I do product promotions or book reviews (though I’ve signed up for two for fun), I don’t seek out other blogs to gain readers, comment just to get my name out there, or attempt in any way to gain “likes” on my fan page. Because really…I have a houseful of special needs kids…and I just don’t have the time.
Truth be told…I barely read anything on the internet unless it scrolls across my Facebook page on my phone while stopped in traffic or waiting to pick up a kid from sports… and I can’t imagine where people find the time to read what I write…when I barely have time to write it myself.
If I write, it’s because I have something to say and a spare moment to say it. I will never, ever, ever, write just to get readers. I will never write something just to stir up the pot and I absolutely refuse to write something just because I’m a “blogger” and I’m supposed to post. I’ll never write to fulfill a quota given by myself or someone else. I’ll never bore you with day to day drivel just to fill space on an empty page or because I’ve not written in a while.
Because really, a “blogger” is the least of whom I am and the moment being a blogger gets in the way of my life, my children, my marriage or my “reality”, that is the moment I am done.
I love to write. I love sharing Alaska, my children, my life with people across the globe. I love that people read my words, find something to take from them, and sometimes share them with others. I love making connections all over the world and I love when I make a difference. I love when someone tells me their story, or asks my advice. I love when someone says they look forward to my blogs or my Facebook updates. And I’ll not lie…I love the recognition. Honestly…as long as I’m sounding vain…I love when I’m walking in a store, out in public, or even floating down the river when someone says, ‘HEY! Aren’t you Backwoods Mom?!!!” Yes, I get a little rush from that one…a brief taste of fame. It’s fun. It’s ego boosting. And I’ll try not to forget you all on my way up. 😉
I’m on-the-edge-of-my-seat excited about the next year of my life, and of my Backwoods Mom blog. I can’t wait to move my family of nine off the power grid, into the cabin we started building last year, continue to homeschool six of the kids, learn more about the homesteading culture and write about it all along the way. I’ll try to share with you the funny, the scary, and the sad that goes along with raising children not of my womb, who come as a package deal with baggage of their past strapped firmly to their psyches. And I’ll do my best to keep up with Anthony Says quotes so we can all keep our senses of humor through the trials the next year may offer.
This past month my blog posts have been few, but as the snow melts, our cabin project continues, the sun stays out all night and my life gets a little less hum-drum, I promise I’ll write more often, be more exciting and hopefully keep up this ‘blogging’ thing as long I can find something useful, entertaining, or even just bizarre enough to put into words.