Posts Tagged 'blog'

moving on…

So, I’ve been thinking for quite awhile now….even before I started writing here again…that I feel like I have outgrown this particular blog.

I don’t really understand that, because I mean, it’s a blog.

But, I guess the best way to describe it is that my voice has changed. My experiences over the past few years have changed me.

I am realizing that this blog does not have that new voice that is inside of me. I am instead trying to fit the new me into the old voice and it isn’t working.

I feel the need to start fresh.

So, that is what I am going to do.
I haven’t completely figured it all out, yet, but if you want to know where I am writing once I do, just let me know in a comment or send me an email or something. Whatever works.

No hard feelings if you don’t want to know or care to know or anything like that. I mean I’m not that interesting. 

Okay, announcements are through. 

Carry on.

don’t aim to please. aim to write

I saw something the other day about how you (proverbial you) need to stop writing for likes or views or stats or whatever. Write to a person. Write for yourself. Don’t aim to please. Aim to write (I just made that last part up actually…).

I used to write for comments. The horror! I mean, let’s be honest. Comments are fun. They make you feel like someone else is actually listening.

And then, one day, I decided to stop obsessing. I decided I didn’t really care about comments. Or blog views. I really just wanted to write, so that’s what I do, now. Write when I feel like it. Or when I really want to share something. Or express myself.

It makes writing more fun and less stressful because I’m not wondering if someone I don’t even know will like what I am saying. *I* like what I’m saying, and that is enough for me, now. If you can also identify with me, that’s an awesome, added bonus.

For whatever reason, I have never been *that person* who seems to attract a lot of readers/followers/attention/likes/friends. This used to really bother me, because I felt like I was just as good a writer – if not better, to be honest – than X blogger or Y instagrammer. Why wasn’t I interesting? Follow worthy?

Then I decided that maybe I am more like a cult following kind of person. A few diehard, loyal fans, versus a watered down, mainstream person with wishy-washy readers.

And after thinking about that, do you know what I realized?

I preferred the loyalty – YOUR loyalty -over the masses.

Fun news for you – I still want to write a book. I have so much to say….that I have never said here….there is so much you don’t know…and I want to say it all at one time. In a different format than a blog post, obviously.

One day…I hope. It’s a long term goal. Even if no one ever reads it. Even if I am never officially published, at least I can say I did it; I completed my goal.

can the 451 people please stand up?

So, hi. I feel like I pretty much write to myself, save the few who regularly read/comment (you know who you are). Except, here’s the thing:


Or, maybe let me say this a nicer way. Can you all (that means you) please take a minute to say hello and introduce yourself? Tell me about your blog(s)? I’d kind of like to get to know you, since you’re getting to know everything about me. It’s only polite fair….

Then you can go back to lurking status.


And here’s a carrot….my actual, just taken a few weeks ago drivers license picture (which you have already seen if you follow me on Instagram – Jessica bold).



I’ve had the urge to put pen to paper write for a few weeks, probably. I’m not even sure how long it has been because time just keeps slipping away. All of a sudden, it’s Monday….again.

I’m not even sure what to say?

Like, drawing a total blank, here.

I decided to start a new blog…one with just photography stuff. I mean, is that a really crazy dream? To make some kind of a living from photography?

Yes. Absolutely.

I decided that I didn’t want to bombard this blog with an actual, reliable topic. The horror of not being random!

So, it is here. boldlens. Pretty creative, right (i know…I’m too much even for myself sometimes.

And when I say blog, I pretty much mean tumblr, because it seems to be a little more crazy-busy friendly. I did *start* a WordPress blog with the same name, and I have posted there a few times, but I’m starting to think I may be a bit more frequent with tumblr and I’m also realizing that having both is redundant…

So, can you like me or follow me or whatever it is you’re supposed to do with tumblr. Please? And tell your friends to do the same. I’m trying to make it look like I actually know what I’m doing…you know how it is…starting from the bottom.

Maybe I need a Facebook page…hmmm


I know I don’t say it enough. Let’s be honest. Who does, really?

I am thankful for you.

You who listen to me drone on and on and on about NO SLEEP and BABY and WHY ME.

You who subscribe to my blog – I get so, so excited whenever I see an email saying someone has subscribed. It doesn’t happen all the time but when it does?

Happy face!

You who comment…even though I rarely comment back. I read all of them. I comment to all of you in my brain, each and every time. And then Kellan needs something or I forgot I was supposed to be doing something or I start thinking about something and completely forget what I was doing previously. All excuses, really, and pretty poor ones at that. I will try to be better. Just know I love your comments and they are never unnoticed or unappreciated. EVER.

I used to be so crazy about blog stats – like obsessive crazy – to the point I would check them all the time, hourly…by the minute if I thought I had posted something extraordinarily fantastic. I told myself I had to stop caring.

Having a baby will make it happen.

It’s not that I don’t care about YOU WHO READ. It’s that I no longer care if I have more people read than yesterday or if my stat graph starts to look super sad and low. If you come to read, you are awesome. If you don’t, I’m ok with that, too. I know I’m not always super interesting. I think I’m pretty boring, actually, so I’m impressed you’ve hung on this long.

Impressed…and grateful.

For some reason, just writing words without people reading them does not have the same cathartic effect as writing them and you reading. YOU reading is what makes the difference. I’m not sure why. However, if you stopped reading, I would want to stop writing…in a way…and that would be sad, right?

Some of you are actual, in real life friends. Some are bloggy friends. Some of you I don’t even know and have no idea you’re reading in the first place. Some of you may come and go…I have no idea.

Point is, I am happy you are here. I am grateful you come to my little corner of obscurity. I am glad you share a little bit of our life with us.

Thank you.

I’ve set aside a nice chunk of my advertising revenue each month for giveaways, like a KitchenAid mixer. I like buying them for the audience, because without the audience I wouldn’t have the blog or the revenue in the first place. Ree Drummond

(and for the record, I make zero dollars from this blog, so I can’t give away a KitchenAid mixer, though I wish I did and could…maybe one day…)

(also for the record, Ree Drummond – aka The Pioneer Woman – is all sorts of awesome. I’d like her to teach me how to cook…just sayin)

the asshole inside my head

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decorating takes 9 hours? the hell?

Ummm….so I’m totally getting agitated at the WEBSITE CREATOR PEOPLE.

I wrote this today.

But did YOU KNOW?

No. Why?

The slow Website Creator People.

Are you reading, Website Creator People? Yes? Well, this is for you:




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