Bloggin'

Yellow Flowers, Canon EOS

I’m new to this whole blogging thing. I’ve been a closet blogger for years, a
shadow blogger if you will, visiting other people’s journals each day, wishing I had my own, dreaming of my new life as “blogger girl”, and also wondering what the heck I would even say.

I took a writing class led by Laurie Wagner to begin exercising my writing muscle. It helped. I felt my confidence growing, my imagination stretching, and my hand moving more gracefully. I was getting in shape for my big day. The day I would have my very own web log.

Well, the day finally came. And like most “big days,” they aren’t always what you expect.  Sasha built me this exquisite page , sifted through the tool movabletype and finally emailed me and said, “Blog away!”

And then I sat for the entire weekend (it was gorgeous and sunny outside) staring at my computer screen, with nothing to say, thinking I had already failed in advance because I wasn’t really a writer and what I was doing this for anyway?

During one of these mind numbing stare-a-thons with my computer, my friend Susan called and I admitted that I had created this journal and what was I even going to write about? and would anyone even read it? and how much do I actually want to share? and will my parents be reading this?

“I just have no idea what to say, “ I told her.

She told me to start there, to write about the not knowing. And so I am.

I have nothing to say on my web log.

Yet.

Posted on March 17, 2003 02:14 PM