So I posted the Swamp Girl post last night.
Then I woke up at 5:45am thinking, kinda funny but clearly a Brand Fail.
I failed my own brand.
Bloggers are a weird bunch. We put out a post, then we sit and wait for the response. Any response. Comments make our world all sunny and bright. We secretly dream that someone will pass one of our posts to Oprah and she'll market her very first blog recommendation and we'll be on her show, and we'll get a book deal, and our waist will get smaller and our hair will get fuller.
So at 5:45am I woke up with the "brand fail" thought. Then I went totally crazy train in my "barely had 5 hours of sleep" state and let this roll around in my fog spot head.
What if ........ what if this was the one. What if this was the post that got into the hands to transform my writing career. What if instead of Oprah, it was Perez Hilton. What if I opened my gmail account and found an email from Perez saying, "Oh Honey, we just L u u u v your Swamp Girl post. (said in a he/she kind of way). And honey, we want you to write a piece for US Weekly and do a little spot on TMZ.
So what happens then? Do you stumble around saying oh, no, you don't understand, that's not really how I write, I'm way more positive than that. See .... see.... look at this post about how much I love my son. Then, I sob ...... go back and look at my Lessons from the Recession series, it's really good. Then falling to my knees, I plead ... pllleeeaaaz just call Oprah.
And it hits me, all of those other posts don't matter at all, I'm now a trash talking rag writer and my kids will end up like the Osbournes without the interesting accents that make them tolerable. There will be a large poster of the Swamp Girl picture above the fireplace in our trashy leopard skin decorated house and I'll long for my life before Swamp Girl and you'll only remember me as my own Swamp Girl.
I rub my sleepy eyes and try to wake up. I grab my phone. No email from Perez. I re-read the post and realize it's not that bad and actually kinda funny. Hmmm. Guess I'll get on with my life. TMZ might've been kinda fun. *sigh*
