Hello, my name is ________. I have a blogging problem. I’ve been participating in NaBloPoMo this November. Two things have become clear. 1) I have blogging problem. 2) So does my husband. There are a lot of support groups for bloggers, but I’ve never seen a support group for the spouses of bloggers. Quite frankly, I don’t think bloggers need any more support. Their significant others, on the other hand, they need all the help they can get!
The first week I started my blog was REALLY scary. I stopped talking. I stopped eating. I stopped sleeping. I stopped feeding my dog.
All I could think about was my blog. Everyday, I thought of fifty more (brilliant!) blog post ideas. My thoughts were immense. My blog ideas filled every crevice of my brain; there wasn’t room for anything else in there. My ideas were eating me alive! I began to feel like my body was just a vessel for my thoughts, which were becoming bigger and scarier. Pretty soon I wasn’t going to have a body at all. I imagined myself just a formless thought floating out there in the ether, like Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.
Meanwhile, my husband was back on earth, trying to deal with me.
My senses were shot. I couldn’t hear or see anything except the sound of a typewriter behind my eyelids typing out all my theoretical blog posts, “Clickety, click, click, click.” It’s a good thing there wasn’t a fire that week, because I’m pretty sure it would have ended like this.