Winning!

I'm sure you've heard it before from someone, "I"m my own worst critic." Well, I think I have taken that to a new level. Not only am I my own worst critic, I am my own full-blown censorship panel.

I don't allow anything to go through on my FB wall, my email, or here on my blog, until I have re-read it, trying to keep in mind what others will think, say, feel, or do when they read it. I'm not writing for myself at all. I start out writing what I want, saying what I want, about what I want, and it's great. Then I'll edit, cut, trim, rewrite, edit again, reword, and by the time I'm done with it, it's not even CLOSE to what I originally wanted to create.

Well, I'm done.

I'm tired of all the extra time and effort I have to put into my writing in an attempt to make it please everyone else, to not offend anyone, or hurt anyone's feelings. The way I see it, this can go two ways:

1. People will read what I write, respect me for expressing myself, maybe even like my words and what I create. They will post nice messages offering encouragment and support. They will enjoy reading my work and will come back to do so whenever they can or I ask them to.

OR

2. People will hate what I write, get offended, think my writing sucks, think I'm a bitch for writing it, or call me other names that I'm sure I've heard before. They will tell "so and so" not to read me because I'm not a good writer and they will post mean comments.

Either way, I win! I get great people reading my work and/or I get to write what I want - finally.

Oh, and if you don't like what I have to say, share, offer, etc., feel free not to come back.

Day by Day

As a WAH writer, busy Mom, wife, and homemaker, I find that I often run out of time to do things if i don't plan for them, or make a schedule. If I don't schedule time for working out, to eat, to shower, and date nights with my DH, they don't happen. I have a set time for writing and editing as well. If I didn't, the only writing I would do is making grocery list and filling out school and sports forms for my youngest son.

I don't want to get so busy or side tracked that "The Gingerhood" gets lost in the shuffle. The only logical way to ensure that doesn't happen: make a schedule!

Some of my wonderful writing friends, weight loss buddies, NaNo pals, etc., have contacted and asked what my blog will be about. Good question!

My blog is about "The Gingerhood" - or everything that is my world. I'm going to write about all of it, as I feel (as many of us feel) that all the aspects of my life are equally important, and as they intertwine, they influence and affect all the other areas. To just write about being a mother, or a writer, or a woman, or a mental health advocate, or a wife, or a photographer - you get the point - doesn't allow you the insight or understanding as to how being a writer or my role as a wife, or how being a mother can offer an alternative insight when taking photos.

Once I figure out what I'll be writing and when, I'll share my schedule with you.

I welcome your insight, feedback, and comments.

Oh, and of course, you don't have to be a Ginger to follow or comment on my blog, follow me on Twitter, or like me on Facebook.

Can't wait to see you around ... around "The Gingerhood."

Welcome to the Gingerhood!

Hi. In case you haven't guessed it yet, I'm a "Ginger." Don't know what a "ginger" is? Well, its a term that is used to describe (and in some cases label) someone who has been blessed (yes, I said blessed) with red hair. For a lot of my life I hated the fact that I was a ginger. I've heard all the names:

Carrot top (the first time I heard this one, I was in elementary school)

Annie

Hot head

Fire crotch

Red-headed step child

And there's lots more ... but you get the point.

Then, one day, a very, VERY handsome man told me that he loved my hair, thought it was very pretty and very sexy. I laughed. I thought he was crazy. I mean, who REALLY likes a redhead - unless they have some type of fetish, right? As he told me this over and over again, I began to think that maybe it's not such a curse. As I was more accepting of my ginger locks, I began to receive more compliments regarding my hair.

Maybe it isn't so bad to be born a ginger. I know a lot of women who pay good money to have their hair colored so they can join in the Gingerhood!

Thanks for stopping by to visit. I hope you come back soon, and often, to share in the ups and downs of my life as a Ginger - and a wife, and a woman, and a mother, and a grandmother, and a friend, and a writer, and a photographer, and a mental health advocate, and ...

... okay, so I wear a lot of damn hats. It's crazy, but being a Ginger makes all those hats look GREAT on me!