Are you my audience?

And then the little blogger linked up with the popular bloggers and told a cute story about her kid.

Are you my audience?

But the cute mommy bloggers just looked at her and didn't say a word.  So the little blogger went on.

And then she linked up with the memoir bloggers and told a poignant story from her childhood.

Are you my audience?

"We are not your audience.  We are memoir bloggers.  How could we be your audience?"

So the little blogger went on.

And then the little blogger linked up with the mental health bloggers and wrote about her depression.

Are you my audience?

"Well we like you a whole lot.  Is that the same thing?"

Kinda.  And the little blogger went on.


I'm not sure what I'm trying to say.  As a writer, as a mother, and as a human, I am still looking for my place.  I don't fit in a box.  I don't want to fit in a box.  And I guess, I need to learn to believe that the people for whom my words make sense are the people for whom I am meant to write.  That I can't be anyone but me, even if I think "me" is small and unimportant and boring.  That I just have to say whatever it is I have to say, and trust the magical fairies that live in the Internet to bring the right people to me.

C'mon magical fairies.  Any day now.

(Kidding.  Mostly. ;)  Smooches, dear readers.  Thanks for being my mother audience.)