My beloved husband has listened to me talk about writing and wanting to become a real writer for years. He built me a lovely blog--which I have yet to write in--to encourage me. And now, months and three jobs later, I'm finally trying my hand at blogging. In a blog I built myself, no less.
I'm not sure why I had to put this blog together in order to begin writing, and I'm even less sure about what to write/say, but here I am, making an attempt at something that seems incredibly odd. Where does blogging fit into my life? I hate phones, but I'm quite content with email, not to mention the occasional hand-written card, sent with actual postage via the USPS. And does writing in a blog count as staying in touch with people? It seems strangely distant and disconnected. Perhaps I need to view it more as a party, where you don't always get to speak to everyone as much as you might like, but when you look back on the photos, you can piece together the whole of the event. Hmm.
So, this is my first post, and I'm ready to log off my computer for a while. Ciao!
1 comment:
It's been a long time coming, but I'm glad to see it finally arrive! And don't worry about the blog I built you that sits unused, it was a small gift of encouragement and I don't hold any feelings of betrayal or jealousy. :) I'm looking forward to reading your writings!
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