I'm adding a new Blog to my sidebar today. My cousin, Rachel-the-College-Student, is spending this semester studying abroad in Capetown, South Africa. She is blogging about her experience and is quite articulate, observant, and challenging. I find her blog delightful in its opening salvo. I encourage you to check it out. Leave her comments and questions so she knows she's being read.
I can't remember if I've been blogging for two years or three. I suppose I could look it up in my archive, but that would take the effort of saving this draft and navigating to a different window that takes forever in dial-up mode. I know that when my Blogging Hero taught me and encouraged me to blog I took it on as a Lenten discipline. On and off over my life I have kept diaries and journals. I've also flirted with the idea of trying to be a columnist for a newspaper or periodicals. I even started my first murder mystery last September - haven't worked on it a bit since.
I think about blogging far more often than actually doing it. Part of my issue is spending a significant amount of time at the computer on work related tasks leads me to refrain from parking at the computer when at home. Like my friend Rachel, my blogging muse has disappeared recently. Perhaps it's my own version of Minnesota Winter Cabin Fever and I'm just feeling out of sorts.
Part of it is never knowing if anyone is paying attention.
Yes, Treasured Reader, unless you comment, I have no idea if I'm writing for anyone or not.
Over the past two months I've bumped into a couple of folks who have chimed in on a conversation on a topic they couldn't possibly have known about in my life. When I gave each of them a puzzled look they both said, "I read your blog."
Could have knocked me over with a feather! One of them even went further proclaiming, "I love your blog!"
Wowie Zowie.
So I know you are hiding out there. And thank you to those who do comment or send email.
I know that some of you are still Blogger and Facebook and RSS-feed neophytes who just aren't ready to fully engage this relatively new media. That's okay. I do encourage you to drop a quick comment here and there to encourage the blogger(s) you read. Many of us are extroverts and the computer thing gets lonely.
Be warned, as my 47th birthday approaches I think I'm going to try and come up with a story from each of my 47 years. It always helps me to have an assignment with a deadline. So I'll see what I can do and you be the judge.
Could be fun. . . . . so, let me concentrate on 1962 . . . .

Stay tuned! It will be all about me!!!
4 comments:
Lovely idea Darling
Now about that murder mystery ... Get Writing
Love Mary
I read your blog! It's a lot better than mine. You're MY blog heroine. :) But if you think having 47 come upon you is heavy... try 50!
Ruth at St. Christopher's
THANK YOU Mary & Ruth!
Nice reading.
Every now and then with the kids I will dredge up a life anecdote as an impromptu distracting story. I've thought about compliling it all - for me as much as for them. For now I'll be satisfied with reading yours. (And I'm just humble enough to say I'm looking forward to seeing my name. :~)
Rawl
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