Morgan started a blog.
It’s disturbing and strange. My child started a blog! I can’t let my child have a blog. Talk to the world. And yet, she didn’t ask my permission. And I’m so proud of her. If the internet had existed when I was her age, I would have done the same thing.
She had it going for a few days before she told me.
Her blog is called An Open Book, and it’s about the books she reads. (Whew, not personal.) She is an avid reader, and she often recommends books to me–and I read them. Recent recommendations from Morgan include The Secret Life of Bees (I’m still reading that one) and Daddy-Long-Legs, which I’m going to read next. On the downside, she has an enormous fixation with Pride and Prejudice and reads zillions of Mr. Darcy spin-offs. I don’t read those. She’s a very good writer, and passionate about the books she reads.
I told her to email the link to her blog to me, and I read it, then I tried to help her. Morgan, do you want help? How about a design? Can I help you with some design? How about your own domain? Can I get you a domain? Morgan, what can I doooooooooo?
No, no, no, she didn’t want any help.
SHE IS HER MOTHER’S DAUGHTER.
She just started her blog. She has no readers. No followers. She writes to be read! Ha! She longs to inspire others to read the books she loves.
Excerpt from Morgan’s blog: “Oh, how I wish someone would read this precarious post and be inspired to read at least one of these novels. ”
This precarious post. I swoon. That is so ridiculous, I could have written it myself!
Morgan: “You could post the link on your blog.”
I spent a few days thinking about this. Then I told her, “Morgan, if I post the link to your blog, people are going to read it. I’m not sure you understand how many people will have the link to your blog if I post it. Are you sure that is what you want?”
Am I sure that is what I want? She is my child! The internet! Scary!
And yet she is just writing about books, and if I were her age, I would be doing the same thing, and if I had someone who could help me get people to read it, I would have wanted that, too. I have always written to be read, and she has the gene. And I’m proud of her. She won’t cook! But she is writing a blog.
She knows how to get to me.
The only post on her blog that I found questionable was one on January 31, titled Nothing Special, in which she complains about adults going through kids’ things and not respecting them. I said, “Morgan, I haven’t gone through any of your things! LATELY!” Then she told me the post was about a substitute teacher at school. So just remember that.
You can find Morgan here: An Open Book
She would love to have some followers, and even her first comment.