This weekend while chatting with another blogger at the BlogHer conference in New York I took a trip down memory lane talking about the magazine Sassy. Editor-in-chief Jane Pratt steered her team of talented writers, photographers, and artists to create irreverent and original content each month primarily for teen girls. Sassy reached me at a time in my life when the typical teenage fare left a bad taste in my mouth. I wasn’t interested in the latest teen fashion or cookie cutter pop star. Instead I wanted to read about cutting edge musicians and global topics. The occasional picture of Evan Dando didn’t hurt, either.
I love moments like this that snap me back to the heart of why I love to blog. The love of words.
Just last month my mother discovered a play I wrote in fourth grade and earlier this year I found a bookmark I had written around the same time, hidden away in one of my childhood books. On it I listed book titles that I hoped to write complete with my pen name, Samantha Hall. I suppose that when you’re 9 and your name is Amy Lupold, Samantha Hall sounds much more like a successful author. And when you’re a stay-at-home mom writing only emails, a blog sounds like a much needed lifeline to a side of yourself long forgotten.
But reality gets in the way. The worry that drove me to add a secondary education major to my literature degree also led me to the two years I have spent in social media marketing. Is it fear? Is it greed? Is it necessity?
I’ll never forget the look on my college advisor’s face when I chose my honors program capstone. Rather than research literacy rates in impoverished school districts or analyze the similarities between Mark Twain and William Shakespeare, I instead wrote a passionate, bold three act play complete with computer screens on the backdrop and a gospel choir in the living room.
It’s hard to be bold and responsible. But one thing will never change. My love of writing.