Having been intimidated and threatened by the mere mention of the word "blog" for about the last five years, I finally set one up. Seriously? It was that easy? I thought "blogging" was some mysterious internet mechanism reserved for the precious few tech heads who understood cobalt basic or quantum physics or something. I have my own domain name which remains a fetal website, just a name with a webpage that says something like, "THIS SITE MAY BE FOR SALE BECAUSE THE MORON WHO PAYS $115 A YEAR FOR IT WOULDN'T KNOW HOW TO SET UP A WEBSITE TO SAVE HER LIFE." This is interesting because my former spouse amongst others are web designers who actually know what HTML stands for. All I know about HTML is that if I don't read my emails in that, they're boring and the animated emoticons are just meaningless puncutation marks.
So I created a blog, just like that. I labored over choosing a background template, what if I don't like the colors? What will people think? This is just silly, really. Now I'm perplexed. After decades of scribing the most impressive narratives about my world, I sit here, exposed, anyone in the world might read this (wouldn't that be cool?) and I'm suffering a creative stall.
Good enough for now. Welcome to my world, I have lots to say, with any luck it will be interesting and entertaining. At the very least, I can finally tell Suzanne that I published - even if it's only my own blog, I'm in print now dear and there may be an available audience.
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