How does one start their first blog? Will this be my 'it was a dark and stormy night...' to a week or two of honestly trying? I have resisted this BLOG thing. But I got to talk to Pam today. We talked on the phone for 157 minutes and 33 seconds. I have not had that much to say since Bob installed a telephone in my bedroom for my thirteenth birthday.
Pam is one of the high, princess girlfriend goddesses of my life. This is how I know I was, without a doubt, in the presence of my girlfriend. I know a girlfriend because they too, if allowed the gift of knowing Pam Perry, would also fully understand how amazingly blessed I am to have had 157 minutes of good Pam Love!
What a gift!
Is this what Blogs are meant for?
Do I just eat a hand full oreos, ignore the dirty dishes in the kitchen and rattle off my thoughts (spell checked, of course.) and waste my girlfriends time with hours of my thoughts typed out like a mandatory sentence to all those I love, READ MY WRITING and CATCH UP ON SHERYL! All in one easy package!
I don't know if anyone, EVER could be that egotistical.
I will rephrase.
I don't want to know, or read, a blog written by someone that egotistical.
Therefore... I am going to do that diary, blog thing ONCE... cause I need a reason to hide from the dishes in the sink.
A shower would be nice but the house is too cold to have wet hair.
And I am still in my pajamas.
It is five minutes to six o'clock and I still don't know what I should make for dinner.
Maybe I could use this as a warm up?
I could be my free writing warm ups before I write WRITE?
Mostly I am going to use my blog to put my essays somewhere my girlfriends could read. I write better if I write for an audience. I have the same hang up with art. I draw when I imagine something that I want to give to a particular person. For a birthday, thank you.
And I write better, I find my truest voice, when I imagine my girlfriends reading it.
Writing everyday with a strange, untruth logical belief that my words are so important, readers hanging on every word? I have a personal struggle with the spiritual ettiquette required to make a clear distinction between the ego that gives me the belief I am good enough to expect such a response? that I
