Blue Yon Belly, Baby!
THAT’S RIGHT. Blue Yon Belly is back!
Wait. Back?
Yeah, well. Here’s the thing. I maybe had this blog before and didn’t bother telling anybody, partly because I didn’t know if it was gonna take, and partly because I didn’t know what I was doing, and mostly because I was shy. Eventually it did take, but then it seemed like this whole thing to be all, “Hey I have this partially completed, fairly random blog I didn’t tell you about for a year!” And by that time, there was a bunch of people I didn’t know who had stumbled across me in the ether who started popping by regularly (hey guys!) and in a way, things were just nice the way they were. I guess because the people in the ether weren’t obligated to read me in the way perhaps my family members or friends might feel obligated to read me, so there was no pressure on me to amuse. Which was exactly what I needed at the time because I was in this pressure cooker of a writing job with deadlines and turnaround times you wouldn’t believe. And while being very busy and important can have the heady effect of making you feel very busy and important, it can also make you feel like there’s all this PRESSURE to be this PERFECT WRITER. NOW. So I wanted a space to be an imperfect writer (and, while we’re at it, an imperfect wife/daughter/sister/friend) whenever I damn well felt like it. Then I went on sabbatical and biked across Canada, effectively taking the longest vacation of my entire life and decompressing a whole hell of a lot, and none of that seems relevant anymore. And here we are. We writer types are fickle, see?
So! Blue Yon Belly is back! It’s Blue Yon Belly 2.0! Those who’ve been here before will notice Blue Yon Belly has had a makeover. It’s kinda got a whole “1986/1987 School Year” feel. I call it “Nouveau Trapper Keeper.”
And, despite the makeover and its (possibly) wider audience, Blue Yon Belly’s fundamental purpose remains the same. Not only does blogging remind me I like to write, it reminds me to actually write. Something. On a page. That gets typed and saved and everything. I don’t know why, but unless I write something somewhere, I won’t write anything at all. But if I blog about something–anything–no matter how mundane, then I can write all kinds of things.
On a possibly related note, blogging also helps to cure my natural tendancy to mope unless distracted by something shiny. And, while I’m pretty good at laughing at myself, I’m even better at it when I try and get everyone else to laugh with me. So, all in all, blogging just keeps me in good spirits and reminds me of who I am.
Lots of people say things in their “About” pages regarding their expectations for respect and reserve their right to operate their blogs on their own terms. I’ve actually yet to receive any hate mail. I’ve long assumed this is because hardly anybody reads me. But, all the same, if you say disrespectful things in my comments, I don’t suppose you should be surprised a) when I delete you and b) when I don’t care what some immature and hateful stranger has to say. If you find yourself considering whether to stalk me, well…what the hell? SEEK PSYCHIATRIC CARE. Speaking of stalking, I know a lot of you know my name and life history and jeans size in real life, but I would like my blog to remain relatively anonymous. As in, I would really prefer if prospective stalkers and other folks suffering from psychiatric disorders that compel them to find and hurt me are not able to succeed in their endeavours (and for entirely different reasons, I would prefer that former and prospective employers stay out of Blue Yon Belly’s sometimes sloppily written backyard). I go by “jeci” round these here parts. Or Jay will do, if that’s more comfortable for you. But let’s shy away from birth names and last names and GPS coordinates and all the rest, shall we? However, feel free to broadcast my jeans size so long as you’re willing to lie. I mean, it’s not easy being a size 26, but if you want to rub that in to the whole world, YOU GO RIGHT AHEAD.
All righty then. On to the next chapter!
PS I wonder which family member will figure out my blog title first? Bonus points if you can provide the full sound byte and English translation (ever the family mystery, non?).
