When I’m not writing at Today’s Parent, I’m taking much-needed time off all writing, and living life — playing with the kids, cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, driving the kids around, helping them with homework, drinking tea, watching karate, watching soccer, watching dancing, reading, tweeting, Facebooking, Instagramming.
I’m telling you this because something was brought to my attention the other day. Well, it was really a few weeks ago, but it seems to take a few weeks for this piper to actually sit thee down and write* here these days, in case you haven’t noticed.
I bumped into my old friend Ryan, who’s also a Cheaty Monkey reader, and she said something like, “I miss you now that you’re not online anymore.”
Not online? ME? You miss me? Not online?
Eager to know if other friends “missed” me online, I went up to some more old Cheaty Monkey readers in the schoolyard, and asked them if they thought I’d totally deserted them too.
“You know, Angela,” I said to one of the lovely moms, “I may not write at Cheaty Monkey that much anymore, but I’m all over Todaysparent.com all the time.”
Like Ryan, she had no idea.
“I write a bunch of blogs every day there,” I explained, “Mostly about celebrity families, but also on tough parenting topics like bullying and dealing with tragedy. If you’d like, please check it out!” (I am shameless.)
I said this to Ryan and Ang, and I’m going to say it to you now too: If you miss me (and I miss you too, believe me!), please friend me on Facebook. I keep it pretty well updated with some of my celebrity posts, ALL of my weekly celebrity galleries (UPPAbaby stroller contest in this one, hollaaa!), ALL of my more personal writing both at Cheaty Monkey and at Today’s Parent, and of course, with lots of photos.
Speaking of which….
Yes, another great reason you need to friend me on Facebook or follow me on Twitter NOW. Betty White was sleeping beside me when I took that picture (that’s what they call need-to-know information).
Please don’t “miss” me! Let’s stay connected on Facebook, Twitter, and a little more often here (I’ll definitely try).
In other news:
- I have successfully lost seven pounds.
- People who write comments without reading articles properly are, as the Rascal used to say, “vewy fustifating” (trans.: very frustrating).
- I’m giving a talk (well three talks…three sessions) on developing a daily writing practice at this month’s Blissdom Conference.
- I’m going to talk about why a daily writing practice is important, what to write about, why to use a blog as your platform, and a bit about my own writing practice.
- I’m also going to talk about how sometimes a writing practice may actually involve not writing. But that’s only really if you do NOTHING but write and edit all day long. *cough*
- Otherwise, write.
- Every day.
- After the session, I’ll share all my secrets here.
- Or…, maybe three weeks after the session.
- But NO! I will write here more often.
- I officially suck at going to yoga.
- Instead of going to yoga, I’ve been riding my stationary bike while watching The Voice, The Real Housewives of New Jersey, or Pokemon.
- Yeah, it doesn’t get much worse than that.
- I’m just still too self-conscious in the yoga room.
- I was going to title this post “An Open Letter to My Yoga Teacher.”
- Hmm, maybe I will anyway.
- But next week, I’ll be closer than I’ve been in the last five years to my goal weight, so I may just show up at the shala.
- Oh, wait, but Josh is away.
- So maybe sooner.
- In my microsession, I will also talk about using Instagram and Twitter/Facebook photos to build your blog posts.
- You won’t want to miss that.
- I could also do a whole other session on how to blog with a massive cat on your lap…
- …who wants nothing more out of life than to stick his tongue down your throat.
- OH! I know.
- Maybe next year.
I miss you and will try to write here more often. I may have a full writing practice at Today’s Parent, but I can’t really post photos of my pets there, now can I?
LOVE!
xo Haley-O
* From William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience — one of my fave literary works of all time. Tiger, Tiger burning bright / In the forests of the night, / What immortal hand or eye / Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
