Clear the decks blog fans because a big name is about to drop.
You’ve probably heard about the “Why I write” blog hop. Its origins are difficult to pin point but much like Errol Flynn’s (ahem) love it has been spread far and wide. Now it’s my turn.
I was tagged by Mrs Woog. CLANK!!!!!!!! (That was the sound of the name dropping). When Mrs Woog offers you a baton, you grab it and you run like hell to the finish line.
Therefore I give you a fascinating discourse on my illustrious writing career thus far.
What I’m Working On
Many bloggers tell you that they are working on a book. I am working on an entire set of books. They are called the accounts to my husband’s business. Its a riveting saga of international credit card sales, monthly salaries, business expenses, BAS, bank reconciliations and my husband’s spending at Bunnings. The series is utterly engrossing to myself, Dadabulous, our accountant and the tax man. To the world at large – perhaps not so much.
I don’t speak of it but there’s a little Barbra Cartland inside of me. It would be best for everyone if she stayed there. HONK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have in mind – a bodice ripping romance novel. (Well I have the casting of the inevitable movie version in mind a little too often)*. Inspired by Horatio Horn(y)blower, it is a salacious tale of lust, betrayal and hawt men in britches on the high seas.
I’d love to call it “A Young Woman’s Passage” but that would be leaning to heavily on Julian Clary. I doubt he’d stand for it.
How Does My Writing Differ From Others In My Genre?
If you are one of the happy few who have been following Mumabs the answer is simple – the crumpet! This blog has a keener appreciation of the male form than any other in the “Mummy blogging” scene. This blog is differentiated by what it doesn’t have. There are no recipes or helpful hints. Nor is there anything emotionally resonant or inspirational – unless you are inspired by this sort of thing.
However it makes up for what it lacks in truly awful word play and double entendres. Occasionally I lift my mind above the gutter and discuss things like science, politics and pop culture.
Why Do I Write
As a youngster I fantasized about becoming a writer of fiction. Then I trained as an equity analyst and dreams came true. I had the great honor of perpetuating the mythology of the epoch (mid 2000s) – like the mining boom would be “stronger for longer” and “coal seam gas is good investment”.
Nowadays I view my writing as a community service. There are so many middle class mothers out there consumed with the tedium of raising kids, doing housework, balancing family life with paid employment, paying mortgages etc. These unsung heroes deserve an eyeful of steamin’ hawt crumpet and that is what I provide. If there were a Nobel Prize for blogging I would a certain front runner. I’m sure Tony Abbott will draw from his suppository of wisdom and declare me a Dame.
How Does My Writing Process Work
Or not work as the case may be. Usually a smart arse comment will pop into my head – something like “Kim Kardashian has an arse-iscistic personality disorder”**. I will try to construct a post around that. On other occasions my husband will say something quirky or funny and I’ll feel compelled to lampoon him online. Sometimes I find myself feeling strongly about a political issue (like the recent Federal budget) and I’ll attempt to put something half sensible down about it.
I usually swish ideas around in my head for a few days before hitting the keyboard. Then I find that I can bash out 700 words quite quickly. The image sourcing takes more time but its a labor of love.
And now I’d like to pass the baton over to two lovely ladies whose wit and wisdom never fails to entertain. I present to you
She’s precariously clinging to sanity one day at a time
My Mid-Life Mayhem
The awful truth about middle age
Over to you ladies. Why do YOU write?
And a great BIG thanks to Mrs Woog. You’ve been very supportive of my humble efforts and it is truly appreciated. You are a good egg.
* Tom Hiddleston as Max Naughtious, a very cheeky young naval captain and Viggo Mortensen as Sir Richard (Dick) Dudley a cuckolded husband. (Face it Tom Hiddleston one of only about five people I might consider cuckolding Viggo for. Viggo is hawt)
** Actually not my line. It belongs to our friend Mr Happy Camper.