You may have noticed that things have slowed down around here. Or you may not, since – as is the way of social media – when one channel falls silent there are lots out there still switched on with lots to say. It’s a little inane to blog about blogging, kind of like someone having a sulk about how social media is ruining our lives – in a Facebook status. Yet sometimes, the only way to get through the block is to talk about it. And even if you don’t
Sorry if you’ve navigated to this blog over the past few days and wound up wondering: “Wait. What? I thought this was Circus Queen. What’s Beautiful Tribe?” I’ve wanted to change the name for a long time and I finally decided to go brave and take the leap this week. A leap it’s been indeed. From the technical side, I really shouldn’t have picked a week I was going to come down with a particularly nasty virus that’s going around (hence the late explanation!). And this is only the start.
This weekend I went to Mumsnet Blogfest 2014 at King’s Place in London, a blog conference. I’d bought a ticket way back when, earlier this year, and my thought process was: “Ophelia will be eight months. I could totally leave her with Laurence for the day.” But when I went to a night photography workshop a couple of months ago, I realised two things: I would need to build pumping breaks into the day (totally doable but I prefer to just breastfeed her!) and she would just rather be with
Last week started on a high note with the news that I’m a finalist in the Mad Blog Awards. Thank you to all who nominated me. This little blog has come to mean a lot to me over the last three and a half years. To be up for “Best Pregnancy Blog” is the bling on an already treasured piece of the Internet. I’m particularly excited to have made it in this category since I started blogging back when I was pregnant with Talitha. Back then we didn’t really know
The tension in the room was palpable, with sharp intakes of breath and much reiteration of what-I-meant-despite-what-I-sounded-like. The Mumsnet Blogfest 2013 Keynote Panel topic “Can you be a mummy blogger and still be a feminist?” was selected in order to be controversial, though one must ask, “To what end?” Starting with arguably petty questions such as “Is making jam feminist?”, “Is wearing high heels feminist?”, many valuable points to be made were lost from the start. All delegates were invited to attend this session and yet, many would not have
I’ve not changed my blog’s look for about two years now. Eek! So much in our lives has changed since then and the time feels overripe to give Circus Queen an update. So, while we’re doing that, it’s going to look a bit weird around here. I promise it will all settle down soon. In the meantime, tell me, what are your favourite posts around here? Is there anything you’d like to see more of? Sign up to my newsletter to keep in touch and support my writing
I’m breaking my own rules by blogging about blogging. It feels a little weird, like a writer writing a book about, well, a writer. It’s vaguely self-conscious. Well, hey, I figure you read this blog so whom better to discuss this question with? Circus Queen has been a parenting blog from the start (in a way). I began it at a time when I was pregnant and my freelance work was slow. I wanted a space to explore this miraculous experience of growing another human being and to keep sharpening
“Did Jesus really lie in a manger?” My friend put the question out there and let it hang for a bit. “Because it’s basically a cot, isn’t it?” she smiled. Three of us sat with cups of tea and our five children with whom we probably all sleep or have slept with at some point. I suddenly saw my nativity set in a whole new light. We agreed it seemed unlikely that he wouldn’t have slept beside his mother. I look at the figurines I bought before I had Talitha.
Jetlagged, Friday night found me playing with tupperware on the kitchen floor (with Talitha, I promise), procrastinating from childproofing the kitchen. Laurence came home to a powerful reminder that housekeeping isn’t why he married me. I stared at him for a moment, trying to work out why he’d come home from work early. Then it clicked, he wasn’t early. I was late. I was supposed to be meeting Mum of One, Purple Mum, Medicated Follower of Fashion, Knitty Mummy, Mutterings of a Fool and Babberblog for pre-dinner drinks at 7
After recording 12 things I learned at Cybher, I felt the need to match that for BritMums Live!, the second blogging conference I’ve been to this year. I got to ten but they’re good ones. 1. I can hand express! We made a last minute decision that Laurence and Talitha would stay behind at home in Bristol instead of coming with me to London. She has a cold and is cutting four teeth, we think, and the thought of dealing with a sick baby for hours anywhere but home just
Having loved Cybher last month, I’m really looking forward to going to BritMums Live! this weekend. I did find it a bit stressful though so decided I’d be better off with a checklist this time round. Am I forgetting anything? It’s likely. Pack a phone charger There will be points for charging. I was amazed at how many people forgot theirs and ended up with dead phones due to crazy (over?)tweeting. To be fair, I’m even more amazed that I both remembered to take mine and remembered to plug it