Blogging while working on the composition and appearance of your blog is a bit like letting people see you in your underwear, don’t you think?
The blogging bug bit me years ago and I’ve dabbled and blogged and thought about it and blogged and not blogged for long periods–but I keep coming back. So now I’m curious about what it is that makes me want to do this and more importantly, what the hell do I write about–I need “a thing”, right?
With a long history of amusing people with my streams of consciousness (ok, I may have pissed a few people off along the way too), I often thought, “If I could only get paid for my nonsense!” Is it about me wanting my nonsense to be noticed? Is it about me finding fulfillment in amusing and entertaining? Is it about sharing ideas and snide remarks with kindred spirits?
Yes. It’s all of those things and a bunch of other stuff too, mixed together in varying combinations on different days and I think it’s all ready to come together. So Cynde Rants and Raves, and As the Potomac Falls, and Sister Mary Chardonnay, and The C-Sweet all have their place in the lineup. You never know who you’re going to hear from on which day.
The main thing is that I’ve come to realize that my “thing” is that I’m me and no one is better at being me, than me. No, I’m not tempted to go all Sally Field here, I swear I am NOT!
I’m going to work on the format now. You’ve been watching me in my underwear for long enough, don’t ya think?