Dear Freshly Pressed,
Hi. You don’t know me. I’m the girl in class that you ignore because I am not popular enough for you. You have never given me a chance. You don’t think I have the right clothes or something. Some of your friends actually cruelly nominated me for hostess of Banquet Night at school. Sorry, I am not going to buy Ugg Boots just because everyone else is buying Ugg boots. Maybe you should be less shallow, and get to know me for who I am because you will probably find that you like me. I have a great deal to say. I have written 246 posts in 246 days.
I spend most of my waking hours thinking about what I want to write, and usually, two hours a day writing it down. I write because I love to write. My readers like it because they never know what to expect each day. For 246 days I have written memories, anecdotes, moments, and experiences. Some days I am so funny, my readers laugh out loud; other days I create such thoughtful stories, I bring my readers to tears.
Not every day is awesome, but I write every day.
In 246 days, you have never taken notice, and to be honest, my feelings are hurt. I read Freshly Pressed often, and I know that I have had several posts that are of the caliber to be noticed, but for whatever reason, you don’t notice.
In the beginning, you had reason not to notice. I set up my blog page on my birthday. After a few celebratory glasses of wine, I thought Why not try writing again? I majored in creative writing in college; it has always been my dream. Why not? I chose WordPress because some of my former students were using the site; I liked it better than Blogspot. When I told my husband what I was planning to do, he did not take me seriously. Hell, I don’t know if I took me seriously, but I wrote. My Facebook friends took notice, my friends took notice, and every once in a while, a blogger took notice as well. By day seventeen, I knew I could not stop. I had to write.
Flash forward a few months. I realized every blog I read on the Freshly Pressed page had tags. Tags? Uh-oh; I had not yet tagged a post. Not only did I begin to tag, but I went back and tagged the 80-ish posts that had never been tagged. I believed this error in judgment was where I had gone awry. Surely, I would write something of substance that would earn me a spot on Freshly Pressed now that I had learned how to tag!
However, you still didn’t notice. It’s like I went out and got a new haircut and bought those Ugg boots everyone wears, but you still didn’t give me the time of day.
I felt frustration. I went to the WordPress homepage and read up on Freshly Pressed. I realized that you like photography and drawings. I did not have many posts with pictures. Obviously, a mistake. About four months in, I started illustrating posts when appropriate.
Day 120-ish through yesterday: I worked to get noticed… to no avail.
So, what do I think?
I have never seen a Freshly Pressed entry with a “Day….” in the title. I do not know if having a daily count makes my posts passed over. I have had some amazing titles, but I always start with “Day…” and the number. Maybe you have filters and my titles are not exciting enough for you. However, I think I deserve accolades. I am a working mother of three, and I still find time to write every day. I am a working mother of three, and I find time to bring readers to your site every day.
Is it that I publish at the wrong time? I am unsure when the editing staff is on-line reading posts. In my American-egocentric-Eastern time zone way, maybe I misjudge the time I should be hitting the publish button. Maybe the people who need to read me are out to lunch, having a cocktail, or fast asleep.
Whatever the case, I have resigned myself to the fact that this is the last time I will bring this topic up. 119 days left to reach my goal. The approvals that matter are the likes, the comments, the texts, the emails, and the phone calls. I am touching people. I have developed a voice. I craft stories, and damn it, I can write funny!
Someday, when I finally fulfill the prophesy awarded to me by the Magnificat Class of 1988, I am going to laugh in the face of WordPress. You are clearly unwilling to see me for who I am. However, enough people do. I am like Molly Webber, the girl that everyone laughed at. Marcia Brady saw her true beauty, and like her, I will be noticed.
When I am being interviewed by Matt Lauer on the Today Show, this year of writing will not slip my mind. Whether you recognize my talents and efforts or not, I will speak about my growth on your site. I will not be petty. Your unwillingness to acknowledge me will not deter me. I committed to writing 366 days in a row, and I plan on executing this goal.