New Name, New Thing?
This blog has been called Sharks, Hippos, Foxes for a long time, and during that time, a whole lot of people NEVER asked me why I named it that because they didn't care.
They are my 3 favorite animals. THAT'S WHY.
Also, I hardly ever write anything here because for the past uh... months? I have been pretty dedicated to my other blog, Pop Goes Queens... and uh... now I'm not.
I'm absolutely 100 percent positive that anybody who blogs consistently knows what happens when you "take a break" from your blog. The fact that you could take a break from it at all means you are not as into it as you once were, AND maybe it wasn't what you wanted it to be, AND if you did not effing love the hell out of that blog toward the end and you were just scrambling to produce content by deadline and the social media promotion of that shit was just driving you up a boring shitty unsuccessful wall, that when your self-imposed "break" was over and you were still not really getting it done the way you want because you lost all inspiration to do it, well... at some point you had to face yourself and admit that you were not just procrastinating or waiting for inspiration or slowing down. You were just not blogging and the question you must have asked was... "Am I ever going to post on this blog again?"
I don't know. Pop Goes Queens was a part of my life that I was devoted to and loved for several months but the truth is that I think it was an unsustainable endeavor, and when I think about writing or blogging or stories or ideas or podcasts or web series or any of a bajillion different projects I'm inspired to work on right now, Pop Goes Queens is kind of dangling down at the bottom of the list feeling rejected and acting out defensively calling me names like "lazy ass spinster jerk why have you just ABANDONED ME?" or something like that.
The main problem is that I write this blog as a character, named Coco Beautiful, WHO IS A MADE-UP PERSON THAT I ADORE WITH MY WHOLE SOUL AND WHO I AM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH, but also she is somebody I am not and I am growing tired of being two people.
I could feel her stretching out inside me toward the end like she was settling down for a long hibernation. She was either going to grow bigger than my energy supply to support her or she was going to slowly turn into me and neither one of those things is Coco and neither one of those things is helping me as a writer.
The other problem is that Coco had NEEDS from me that were getting pretty demanding and distracting from the point, which was writing in her voice. I had to take pictures of her, which means, I had to schedule, style, prep, and direct dozens of photo shoots of myself, which means I had to take or have taken, literally thousands of photos of myself, dressed as Coco, and that process was truly exhausting.
If nobody ever takes another picture of me again, I can die happy.
BUT I LOVE HER, and I'm proud of her, so I can't say that my days with Coco are totally over, I just don't know what they are anymore.
I do recognize the need to write, to blog, to do something productive with my free time, and because of my new job, I get a little window of creativity nearly every day that allows me the freedom to do that.
I take care of a baby. He is the cutest rolliest polliest little fuzzy butterball turkey and he sleeps 3-4 hours a day. Aside from my responsibilities, like feeding him, cuddling him to a smothering and selfish degree, washing dishes and folding laundry, etc... nap time is primo post-coffee mid morning blogging time, and I'm delighted at the opportunity to do it... I'm just not going to be orchestrating giant photo shoots during it, so it should be a bit easier/ more fulfilling.
I don't know what I'm going to write about. Probably WHATEVER THE F I WANT TO, but I'd like to be telling some stories, making some points, and expressing myself. It is quite literally, the least I can do. So that's why the name change (prepare your insults Samantha Tucker Iacovetto) and if Coco decides to do anything differently, I'll give you guys a heads up.
