Today I am the guest blogger over at the BettyVerse. Well, I suppose I'm not a guest, just a blogger, because the BettyVerse is owned by everyBetty. It's a unique site, a spin-off of LucyMarch.com. Sort of like "Rhoda" from the "Mary Tyler Moore" show.
Lucy's blog was a very personal account of one woman's journey of self-discovery, and the community of women that rallied around her. The 'Verse is populated by those funny, strong, empathetic women, now posting their individual stories. I recommend a visit, not just to read me, but to share in what is always a positive experience.
When I offered to write for the BettyVerse I struggled to choose a "topic." I was a little intimidated by Lucy and Alastair, the administrators of the site. Lucy is a witty author, and Alastair is her brilliant, professorial husband.
My claim to fame is my uterus.
How was I going to impress readers, if all I brought to the table was my propensity for gender-specific procreation? What could I write about, that would be worthy of the sophisticated denizens of the BettyVerse? Who am I, and what am I trying to accomplish in my life? An identity crisis ensued.
My trepidation about guest writing dovetailed with my recent contest-induced self-doubt. I was feeling pressured to make my manuscript appeal to the expectations of a specific group of readers. Finally, I decided to just continue writing my book about a single mother and her autistic son, and how a summer spent with her large, loving family--and yes, a hot sheriff--changes her life. Maybe it will be called a "romance." Perhaps it will be considered "women's fiction." Genre guidelines change, so I can't worry about bending to fit them.
With that in mind, I submitted a story to the BettyVerse that is just like the ones I tell over here. Well, I talk about the penii more over here. And I curse. Because of the penii. But I am The Lone Woman, no matter where I go. My life is a chaotic blend of teaching, doctoring, taxi-driving, and writing. I am a mother, amazed and exhausted by my children. I am fifty percent of a married couple, but have never felt like "half" of anything. I have always been fully, exclusively, uniquely Megan Coakley. I don't think that will ever change, no matter the venue.