As I pigeonhole myself into a niche like photography or parenting blog-wise, I write less. I journal less as well– journaling falls off somewhat as I struggle to come up with words related to my niche. Writing is good for me, so this is a bad thing. And being realistic about the situation of things– I am not looking to be an influencer. I am not looking to build a brand outside my photography. Once upon a time, I might have liked to dream about those things. These days though, I just write to write. I am not looking to monetize this space or build a space where other writers will want to contribute or anything like that. I just want a safe space I can vent, and a pretty website to go along with it.
As such, I am moving to http://carolineellisonprice.com. I’m still redirecting to tog.mom for now until I can get some technical support figured out. My in-house tech support says I mess up things even he can’t fix and it is a holiday, after all, so I can’t get my hosting company on the phone. I’ve had the domain name for quite some time and just directed it wherever I wanted it to go.
I’ve renamed all the social media names from kitschy-things too….I still own a million domain names and some of them will point to the memoir-style blog. Some of them will point to Caroline.photography.
It was a quiet, downtime Thanksgiving for us here in the Price household. The boys did whatever they wanted to do– which for big boys mostly consisted of video game playing. It appears they have re-discovered Steam so the computer is getting used for once. And Oliver re-discovered Tiyo, a TV show he loved when he was 2 and 3. Jared and Oliver and I got out for a ride to rubberneck and the growing crowd in the Walmart parking lot about 8 pm.
My family sent over a ton of rolls and the Mac and cheese they planned to have and it was yummy. We were supposed to host lunch today but I felt bad yesterday. This morning, though, I felt like I’d been hit by a train. We woke up in time but I knew I might be contagious when I woke up with a sore throat and chest congestion/pain. I feel a ton better tonight, but I slept for 75% of the day today. So, the festivities were moved to Lollie’s house. We quarantined everybody here since O said it hurt when he talked, too.
Back to Blog Talk
I’ve really tossed around how I want to do all this. I like having a named blog and I really considered going back to the old Tickle the Sun. And, maybe there will be a purpose for that domain someday. But for this season, it feels like maybe it’s time to just be me and just write about what I feel like writing about.
Because there is stuff to write about. Like my crazy-ass dreams that twist reality and leave me feeling like shit about my life and the relationships I have released. I have this running series of dreams with the same theme that my brain refuses to let go of. But, that is for another post.
There’s also mood journaling. See….I know the tricks to help track my mood and stay on top of symptoms and all that. But, do I do them? Not in a really long time. This space would be excellent for that as well, if I am being real about it. MySpace used to have this little mood icon. I could do something like that here, somewhere within each post. Then I could pick up on the pattern beyond October/November = BAD.
Anyway, stay tuned. Changes are coming.