So this week I’ve started a new gig—a weekly column over at Babble. They’ve asked me to write for quite awhile, and I’ve turned them down for over a year, for one main reason: I’m just too busy. That, and I don’t have any more terribly interesting to say. I already write here, I share monthly on (in)courage, and I’m neck-deep working on my next book. What would be left to say? Hi, mostly.
And well, they said I could write about whatever I wanted. I could pretty much say hi. It’s a column, just me, writing about whatever’s on my mind at the moment. I told them, most of the time, my mind is on renovating a house, running a blog network, upcoming travels, and what have I gotten myself in to, raising these beautiful, precious little people?
They said great. Write about that. So I said okay.
So there you have it… Once a week, I’m going to write about what’s on my mind. It’ll mostly be behind-the-scenes stuff: What it’s like to run this blog network that started as a tiny little hobby in my living room four years ago, and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. And also, why on earth central Oregon thinks May means 50 degrees.
Head over there, why don’t you? Today, I’m pulling back the curtain a bit on why my name is spelled so strangely. C’mon, you know you’ve always wondered.