But it didn't work, and my blog got all wonky and weird, and I had to enlist the technical assistance of my husband, and he discovered that there is no evidence whatsoever that I actually purchased any domain yesterday, and I am an idiot. So we're back publishing at blogspot.nearnormalcy.com. [EDIT: no we're not. We're at nearnormalcy.blogspot.com, ok? Thanks, Mom, for pointing that out.]
You would think that I would just go and purchase my domain correctly this time and try again, right? Well, if you were thinking that, it's because you've never met my husband, tHe Original Guido, who upon discovering that I had blown (or failed to blow) a mind-boggling $10 on a custom domain, forbade me from repurchasing it because "nobody even reads this thing yet besides your mom anyway" and "it's the exact same thing, who cares if it says blogspot" and "you're paying $10 for nothing" and "remember www.cakesbyalyssa.com? yeah? what happened to that?" and "you've only had this blog a week, how many other writing projects have you started and never finished?" and a number of other totally unfounded and irrational and generally unsupportive* arguments.
So, what I took from this conversation is that I can buy www.nearnormalcy.com as soon as I have an established reader base of people I don't know in real life. What I'm saying is, subscribe to this blog, and tell your friends, especially if you/they don't know me in real life, so tHe O.G. will have to crawl at my feet and beg forgiveness for not believing in me.
Also: Please do not purchase my domain of choice in the interim, ok? That would be way harsh, you guys. Just don't.
*Even though he's unsupportive and mean and hates my blog and wants me to fail and secretly plots my creative and professional demise in his free time, he has his redeeming qualities, ok? I mean, don't like, hate him on my behalf or anything. I'll write about all his good qualities some other time. If they're funny and entertaining. Mostly it's the bad qualities that are entertaining though, right? Yeah. So, grain of salt, people.