I’m back with a new home and new look! I finally took the plunge and moved my blog. Well, I’m not completely moved. It’s similar to when I moved from my apartment to my house. I was living in my house, but I still had a closet full of clothes at my apartment. It took me almost two weeks to get every single thing out of there before I was completely moved. Consider my “clothes” my old posts and my “apartment” my old blog, Quarterlife Mocha Girl (still gotta plug, ya know?)
Why did I move? Well, I needed an upgrade. That throw-up-Pepto Bismol-Barbie-pink was making my eyes bleed. I’m a girly girl, but pink has never been one of my favorite colors. I’ll leave that to Nikki Minaj. Now, I have a cleaner site to work with. It’s so….not pink.
I need a place to showcase my personal thoughts on any and everything, as well as my editorial work. I (deep breath) AM a writer. I’m no longer saying I want to be a writer. I have published pieces in great print and online magazines. So while, my name isn’t on the masthead or on the Contributor’s page of a Essence or Vibe (can’t wait until you come back!) or Marie Claire, I’m working my way up there. I need to place to showcase my talent, so as soon as I can figure out how to work this “collections” tab, it’s on.
When I started my old blog back in 2006, I was so excited. I wrote about every little thing. From my old supervisor who always interruped me during my in-office lunch break to the bum-fight I saw on the trolleyline downtown. From my distant lover who loves and leaves to the youngin’ who proved that physical attraction isn’t everything, but compatibility is. It was great. People I knew and people I didn’t know read it. Happy feelings.
Eventually it turned into a pity fest and then a nothing fest. I stopped posting all together. Instead of writing posts of my own, I was reading other bloggers’ posts about things I always wanted to write about. I’m starting fresh with a new train of thought and a new motivation to write. Everyone is doing it, so why can’t I?
Another thing about the new crib: This is what was so weird about the blogging deal for me. I wanted to be anonymous. I wanted to write heart-wrenching short stories and pour my soul out through my fingertips to the keyboard, but I didn’t want anyone to know it was me.
What a bunch of bullshit.
I didn’t start posting pictures of myself on my old blog until about two years into it. My profile picture is still a cheesy avatar (who uses those anymore?) and I never, ever used my real name unless I linked a story I wrote. Some writers are able to pull it off—two identities. The blogger and the person. It’s too much for me. I even confused the few readers I did have. So “look at me, America! Look at how Alisha is livin’ fo the ci-tyyyy!” [Shame on you if you didn’t get that.]
This time I’m not anonymous. The url has my full name in it so you know who you’re dealing with immediately and most of all, I changed the name of the blog. I started QMG when I was 25 and obviously obsessed with the Quarterlife Crisis because I knew I was having one. Three years later, I’m still obsessed, but I’ll 29 in five months. I’m closer to the Dirty Thirties than I am a Quarterlife Crisis (“quarter” representing 25). The title is ME. The tagline is “Because I Said So” because….I said so. *It is what it is (and the name of one of my favorite movies. Check it out.)
So welcome to the blog. Welcome to me!