Well, I've done it.
I've joined the voiceless millions in creating a blog. I can now claim to be part of this culture of people who spew whatever is on their minds, shouting it from the rooftops of their computers as they hope that someoone, anyone really, will read it.
I'm not sure exactly how I'm going to use it yet. As part of the writer's journey, I should be writing something daily (something that I haven't done for well over a year) so I suppose that I could use it for that. Just random thoughts and the ideas that come to mind but serve to do the one thing that I don't do. Practice this craft of writing. No. I SHOULD say, "Practice MY craft." I guess I haven't quite come to grips with that.
What makes you a writer? Is it when you have published something? Is it when you actually get money for publishing? Or maybe when you make enough money to qualifiy yourself as having an actual income? Or is it when something in your head clicks and you know that the only time that you are truly happy or at peace or one with the universe is when you have been able to express yourself through written word or have an article being considered by an editor or have written a paragraph in the endless epic novel that haunts you even when you sleep?
Who knows? I certainly don't. I just know that I can and I don't. What is it? Lack of motivation? Fear of rejection? The judgement? The criticism? All of the above?
Oh, well. So, here I am with my first Blog entry. If no one reads it, I'm okay with that. If someone reads it. I'm okay with that, too. Just be prepared. You may see a lot of my family in here. Friends. Random people I see on the street. Probably some God and faith issues. I'll try not to complain about my husband too much. I will talk about my daughter a lot.
And I'll try to keep the whinging to a minimum. But don't count on it. If I can't whinge here, where can I whinge?
