In 1996, at age sixteen, my parents purchased our first home computer. We actually used a Commodore 64 in years prior, however, our ’96 Packard Bell brought with it my first experience with the internet. I was hooked, immediately, and by the middle of that year, I was publishing content online in the form of a web diary. For those of you who are internet dinosaurs, think Angelfire.
Keeping an online journal in those days entailed coding each page by hand and manually creating navigation links to the previous and next posts. It was time consuming, and hardly sophisticated, but I operated within a very small community of like-minded young women, all blogging (we didn’t have the term, yet) in a really raw and minimal way. It was new and amazing.
By 1999, I had registered my first domain, episodic.com, where agai I wrote about my life, posted my terrible angst-filled poetry and shared photos with my readers. Within one year, I had sold my first personal domain name to Electronic Arts for $8,000. They wanted the domain for an alternate reality game they were developing called Majestic. The concept fizzled, and I found episodic.com on the auction block when they allowed it to expire. I purchased the domain again, for $8 (I kid you not) from GoDaddy, and just few couple years ago sold it once again, this time for $5,000, to a company now owned by Google. Crazy, fluke-awesome first domain name choice, right?
Through the years I’ve done a lot of different things online. I have blogged, obviously. I used to record audio diaries and upload the files to my website for readers to download (long before I ever heard the word podcast). I’ve vlogged, and even ran a web cam in my dorm room. It really must have been the most excruciatingly boring three frames per minute viewed online — ever. I also sold my photography and mixed media artwork on eBay with fair success for a couple years.
But, it always circled back to blogging. Blogging, blogging, blogging. Some strange urge not only to write, but write for an audience.
In 2005, I registered dearcrissy.com. It was long before I dreamed of becoming a mother, and really, Dear Crissy was just another of my many web endeavors. There were periods through the years when I was active here, and times when the blog was offline. The ups and downs really track perfectly with the ups and downs in my life.
So, while I have been at this for a very long time, it wasn’t until 2009 that I became conscious of a community of “mom bloggers.” I mean, OK, I knew about Dooce, but beyond that? I was oblivious.
A New Perspective
So, I decided to revive Dear Crissy in 2009. I was unhappy in my career and I wanted not only a place to create, and write (and use my college degree, finally), but also to perhaps make a supplemental income for our family. I was thoroughly inspired by some of the mom bloggers I saw when I looked around, and wow, was I motivated!
As I think back on period, and the things I have learned while trying to wiggle my way into the mom blogosphere, I am somewhat emotional. You did NOT think that you were going to make it through a Dear Crissy post, without reading the E word, did you? Yes, I am emotional, because I feel like I have finally, finally, finally found my thing. I have been fortunate enough to turn something I absolutely adore into a legit career, and I know that I am on the right path now, because for the first time, it just feels right.
From this day forward, when someone asks me what I do for a living? I am going to tell them that I am a blogger.
After I confidently declare that I am a blogger? Well, I guess I’ll be prepared to deal with the inevitable question.
“You’re a what?“