There are 40 quad-drillion blogs out there, and I am late in the game, so, why write a blog, and why start now?
Good question.
Actually, I write journals. I don’t know why I write them, but I always have. But… the last few months, I have not. Well… when there is nothing going on in your life, there is nothing to write. Tonight, I was writing in my journal again, and… pen and book… and… well, this is faster. Even if no one reads it, its just faster, and my words are there.
So… that is why a blog. But… why do I write? now, that is another question, now isn’t it? Girls have always had dreams of writing. they write stories, poems, songs, letters… Its a way to remember dreams, I think. Wishes from ink. But, me… Why do I write now? I have a ton of friends. Half are insane, and the other half consider me insane. (not too far off the mark on that one…) Most, when they hear what I have done, have all said the same thing: “You are crazy!” “I… could only dream of doing what you do/did.” “I wish I could do that.” “You are amazing.”
Ok, wait. Before you think it, no, I don’t have a big head. It’s average size. You will see, if you read further. And, feel free to comment. HOWEVER… Please note… I don’t really hold back. I dont speak in political terms. I don’t ride a fence. I will tell you what it is, even if you really really really don’t want to hear it. (Err… read it…)
So, if I can figure out how to work this blog-thingy, off we go!
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