In 2008, I started this blog to talk about my freelance career. I dreamed of being a freelance writer since I was in eighth grade, and finally, FINALLY, life arranged itself to make freelance writing (magazines / newsletters / that sort of thing...) a viable career option. What I never planned on was all the love/hate. The blog is still "Bethany's Freelance Life" because I can't decide what else to call it.
I teach developmental writing to college students. It is hard work. That's the night job. During the day, I work in enrollment management at a different college. I dig it. I'm almost done with a Master's in Rhetoric and Composition.
I write fiction, young adult. I haven’t been published yet, but not for lack of trying.
I fell head over heals in love with writing this blog. I took off stat counters because they made me crazy. I could have a thousand readers. I could have four. I have no idea. Most likely, it’s somewhere in the middle. The blog is real: non-fiction... just my life. It’s not about the freelance career anymore. It has turned into a blog about life. Sometimes death.
Mostly, I am a mom, but people nod off if you mention that first. I talk about Jesus a lot, because the rest is all worthless without something to base it on.
There are three characters here. The Better-Half is my husband. I've known him since he was thirteen. I've loved him almost that long. Marriage is hard. I almost quit once or twice. He asked me not to ever write about him, but he's really cute so sometimes I do it anyway. The Big Kid is a eight-year-old boy. The Little Kid is a four-year-old girl.
My friends get called their real names. I adore blogs, so I talk about what other bloggers are doing.
Once, I gained and lost forty pounds. Even though I'm always going to be not-skinny girl, I just started running marathons so I talk about those. I use sentence fragments and run-ons BECAUSE I'M THE TEACHER AND I CAN. I like food and books and coffee and music and magazines; that's the rest of the fluffy stuff.
I currently live in the tiny town I was born in. I complain about this. I call it "Mayberry." I'm not telling you where I really live, because y'all could be crazy stalkers. I am obsessed with NYC, but that just makes me a little pathetic.
I am the redneck Madame Bovary. Despite being "Blessed and Lucky" (thank you Natalie Merchant), I get sad sometimes. I used to be fake happy, but now I talk about that, too.
When I am sad, I drink too much. Eat too much. I am now honest about that.
Once, I gained and lost forty pounds. Even though I'm always going to be not-skinny girl, I just started running marathons so I talk about those. I use sentence fragments and run-ons BECAUSE I'M THE TEACHER AND I CAN. I like food and books and coffee and music and magazines; that's the rest of the fluffy stuff.
I currently live in the tiny town I was born in. I complain about this. I call it "Mayberry." I'm not telling you where I really live, because y'all could be crazy stalkers. I am obsessed with NYC, but that just makes me a little pathetic.
I am the redneck Madame Bovary. Despite being "Blessed and Lucky" (thank you Natalie Merchant), I get sad sometimes. I used to be fake happy, but now I talk about that, too.
When I am sad, I drink too much. Eat too much. I am now honest about that.
If you ARE a stalker, I'll make your work easier:
Thank you for reading. Thank you for asking.
