I've been thinking about having a weblog for quite a while. I used to keep a journal & I pretty much always wrote it with the thought that it might be read. Hence, I was writing for an audience & it needed to be written well. I can't swear that every line I wrote was written well; lots of my journaling was for personal therapy & it tended toward the grandiose, with lots of freely thrown-about sturm und drang & 20's angst. A couple of decades later, not so much s&d, still pretty angsty in my own middle-aged way. Still not really settled on who I am & what I'm here for. But I often feel I still have something to say, something to contribute to the world by way of posting my musings. I can't swear it will always be well-written...
I guess this is my start. I have had fully written musings in my head so many times, while driving in my car, or in the middle of something & couldn't interrupt it to sit down & write. Now that I'm finally sitting in front of a screen I'm not feeling a whole lot flowing out of me. Oh, well -- this is the seed packet I picked up a few months ago & didn't plant until this afternoon. I only need to get the seeds under soil & give them some water. At least I've gotten that far. More later, or tomorrow...
CoCoMaMa 9/2/08
