Entering the blogging fray
It is a truth (almost) universally acknowledged, that a single writer in possession of a strong opinion must be in want of a blog.
I’m sure there are many theories about why certain people are compelled to write, but for me it’s very simple: they have something to say. I would know, being one of those people myself. The thing is, having something to say is not the same as actually saying it. You think about writing it down somewhere, and then it’s lunchtime. Afterwards, you do the laundry because you ran out of socks, but you get sidetracked by your favourite book from two years ago that just happens to be lying on the couch. And then for some unspecified reason you start organizing your sticky notes by date and it is all over, all over, for whatever you needed to say. Maybe you write it on a sticky note, but then the sticky note gets lost because your chronological order involves time travel.
DISCLAIMER: the tragic and lamentable story described above is not necessarily a tragic and lamentable story I myself have suffered. I admit to maybe doing this once or twice categorically deny I have ever gotten sidetracked by a favourite book. Except on rainy days.
However, all is not lost! Because the other thing about the Internet is: saying something is now just as easy as thinking it up in the first place. As a lifelong procrastinator, I decided I had no excuse to avoid publishing my opinions when it was so ridiculously, temptingly easy.
So here I am. And here you are, and I hope you’ll stay for my future posts, because if nothing else, they will be entertaining.
And that strong opinion? Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten it. It will be making regular appearances in my future posts, along with:
- witty, humorous, or painfully true quotes (on writing and life);
- detailed and well-researched…research, on writerly things;
- musings of an addicted mind on NaNoWriMo;
- and, of course, rants. About it’s/its mistakes, your/you’re mistakes…less common mistakes, too (‘effect’ v. ‘affect’) and how to avoid them.
However, all that is for another day. This morning, I noticed I was running short of socks.
