I have the wonderful good fortune to be able to share my ramblings with the readers of the Monocacy Monacle, a sweet community newspaper here in good ol’ Poolesville, Maryland. It’s a terrific opportunity, and one I do not take lightly. I’ve been told to just be Mama Boe within the column I am to write. I’ve been told to maintain her character, her persona.
That’s a problem.
Because Mama Boe is,….ah….frank. One might even go as far as to say too frank. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I don’t ever intend to offend or say something just for shock value on Mama Boe, but things do tend to come out in such a way that they have exactly that effect.
Are you shockingly offended?
So I have been writing and re-writing my first column for the Monocle…something I never have to do for this blog…which you probably figured out a long, long grammatically-incorrect, punctuationally-inaccurate time ago….and I’ve been really struggling.
I mean, I feel like I have to guard myself. I have to watch what I say.
But that is the charm of Mama Boe. Fresh. Un-Censored. Grammatically erroneous. How can I maintain Mama Boe’s personality and behave. The two are mutually exclusive!
And if that isn’t bad enough, I found myself thinking as I write, “Gosh, I hope this is funny.” Mama Boe never worries about being funny. She just writes what is on her mind and sometimes it comes out funny. There is no worrying about being funny! That would be pandering to the audience, and Mama Boe is too lazy to do that.
So here it is, nearing deadline time, and Mama Boe’s first column is on its way to the paper. I’m not entirely comfortable with it.
Remind me again why I let my friends talk me into this blog???