blogging is not writing and that it pays to invite the neighbours in for barbecues, I found myself on a site called The SITS Girls. The basic message: the secret to success is support. I liked it. I visited a lot. I signed up to be the featured blogger, to experience the joy of a SITS Day. I got busy. I visited more sporadically. I got busier, what with the Twitter and the Facebook. I became someone who popped by occasionally.
And then I got an email last week to say that my number had come up. My SITS Day was imminent. So I did what any normal person would do under the circumstances - I panicked.
Fortunately, I come from a family of bloggers. I emailed Sister B and Sister C (we are The Alphabet Sisters, A, B and C, in that order) and wondered aloud if I should have a spruce up. A makeover. Would I be good enough for such VIP guests? They laughed (they do that a lot when I make such suggestions, any suggestion come to think of it...).
"Didn't you write a post about this?" said B. "You Do What You Do."
So here I am. If we haven't met before, I'm Allison. I'm a freelance writer, a mother and a Mrs. I have two boys, Mr7 and Mr4 (aka Woody and Buzz), and a husband named The Builder (well, not really, but he likes the mystery). We all moved from The Big Smoke to Fibrotown three years ago, and we love it. I write about writing, being a work at home mum and ... whimsy. Sometimes I just write.
My blog was recently described as a 'mum-and-manuscript' blog and I liked that so much I've decided to own it. Anybody want to join my niche?
[Image: This 'Birds of a Feather' wall decal from urbanwalls/etsy is what I think bloggers might look like in the wild...]