When I first started this blog I was more sure of the reasons why I wasn't doing it then why exactly I was. Does this make sense? No, let me explain.
As I have said previously I spent a lot of time as a blogeur, popping in and out of other lives and seeing how it all worked. I was too scared and too unsure of my writing to put it up for public consumption. I waited a long time until I finally realised that if I wanted to remain in this rapidly developing electronic human race then there was really no other choice.
I had a problem. I was incredibly sniffy about those who used this platform to write to the world but then backed off rapidly when they said that they didn't think anyone would read their stuff. Oh please!
Bloggers, it seems to me fall into an infinite number of catagories but here is my simple list.
- the show off's
- the passionate
- the desperado's
- the creatives
- the weird hobbyists
- the intellectuals
When I figured this out, I realised that I fell into each and every catagory and if I was going to 'put my free blog where my mouth was' then I was going to have to offer up my lily white neck to the axeman. I took the plunge and I can honestly say that my small but rapidly growing blogging family have been more than supportive to my weird witterings and the gabbled comments that I leave littered around the blogosphere.
I have recently read some very beautiful and profound work (around the blogs) taken from people who are, at present, blogless. Please, please, it doesn't hurt, expose that neck....the axeman is a myth!!