As I prepare to write my very first blog post in the history of my life, I suddenly realize that it seems as if I'm preparing for a romantic dinner. There are aromatherapy candles lit, mellow music wafting in the air around me and an alcoholic beverage sitting on the shelf next to my bed; my elixir for calming jitters. My children (dogs) seem to sense something is wrong as well.... This is not usual "mommy time" of sitting on the couch, laptop haphazardly placed before me as a movie is playing while I "finish my novel" and take sips of a very dirty martini. They stare quizzically as I actually seem to be interested in what I'm doing.
Up until a few days ago I always thought "blogging" was something only narcissistic people did when their personal lives took a turn for the dull and uneventful. "That's not me," I would smugly say to myself. I like to keep my narcissism and boring life private thank you very much. Then I would go on writing articles no one would ever read.
As you have probably guessed by now, I am an aspiring writer. Duh right? I'm not bad, but I'm not very good either. Like anyone, I have my moments... until I read something written by Oscar Wilde, Stephen King, J.K. Rowling or the side of a cereal box for that matter. It is then that I look back at what I wrote and chuckle while I proceed to take out my journal and write about how bad a writer I am. To cheer myself up I'll go to one of my local libraries or bookstores and scour the shelves for poorly written literature while quietly muttering my mantra ("If they can get published, I can....") over and over until I begin to garner strange looks from people around me.
So here I am, Tuesday evening, on a date with my blog. So far, I like what I see. It is introducing itself to me quietly and without pressure. It is not judging me for heading to my fridge and grabbing a beer before even climbing out of my heels and pulling on my PJ's. I think it may even like the candle I've chosen to sweeten my bedroom that was starting to smell like dirty laundry. I feel... confident that this will work out. After years of refusing to conform to what everyone else was doing (no, I don't tweet, Facebook, or MySpace anymore...) I finally feel ready to share my thoughts with whoever is willing to listen. And hey, even if I'm the only one who ever reads this, I'll be fine with that too. This sure as hell is already shaping up to be a lot more organized than the pile of composition books I have scattered throughout my house and garage....
Oh, and I can't take credit for simply beginning to blog on my own. Even after being inspired by the movie Julie/ Julia, I still wasn't sold on the idea of a cyber pensieve (you Harry Potter fans will get that reference); so I decided to throw the idea out there to a few friends of mine and one of them couldn't have said it any better than "Blog, baby, blog...." Thanks Ren ; )
Up until a few days ago I always thought "blogging" was something only narcissistic people did when their personal lives took a turn for the dull and uneventful. "That's not me," I would smugly say to myself. I like to keep my narcissism and boring life private thank you very much. Then I would go on writing articles no one would ever read.
As you have probably guessed by now, I am an aspiring writer. Duh right? I'm not bad, but I'm not very good either. Like anyone, I have my moments... until I read something written by Oscar Wilde, Stephen King, J.K. Rowling or the side of a cereal box for that matter. It is then that I look back at what I wrote and chuckle while I proceed to take out my journal and write about how bad a writer I am. To cheer myself up I'll go to one of my local libraries or bookstores and scour the shelves for poorly written literature while quietly muttering my mantra ("If they can get published, I can....") over and over until I begin to garner strange looks from people around me.
So here I am, Tuesday evening, on a date with my blog. So far, I like what I see. It is introducing itself to me quietly and without pressure. It is not judging me for heading to my fridge and grabbing a beer before even climbing out of my heels and pulling on my PJ's. I think it may even like the candle I've chosen to sweeten my bedroom that was starting to smell like dirty laundry. I feel... confident that this will work out. After years of refusing to conform to what everyone else was doing (no, I don't tweet, Facebook, or MySpace anymore...) I finally feel ready to share my thoughts with whoever is willing to listen. And hey, even if I'm the only one who ever reads this, I'll be fine with that too. This sure as hell is already shaping up to be a lot more organized than the pile of composition books I have scattered throughout my house and garage....
Oh, and I can't take credit for simply beginning to blog on my own. Even after being inspired by the movie Julie/ Julia, I still wasn't sold on the idea of a cyber pensieve (you Harry Potter fans will get that reference); so I decided to throw the idea out there to a few friends of mine and one of them couldn't have said it any better than "Blog, baby, blog...." Thanks Ren ; )
Scented candles and alcohol? Sounds more like you're setting your blog up for seduction rather than a date (otherwise known as a REALLY SUCCESSFUL date). A word of advice: skip the beer and go straight for the hard liquor. That way your blog won't feel as bad when you don't call it back the next day.
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