Well I'm not getting any younger.
I have been meaning to start blogging again. I used to enjoy it very much. Then I stopped, because real life got in the way. Now I guess I'm ready for a bit of whimsy and wordsmithing. (Is wordsmithing even a word? Wordforging? Wordplay?)
So, since I'm now at the ripe old age of 26, married, have settled into a full-time job at a rent-to-own company, and I'm not getting any younger, I'm going to once again join the wild world of blogging.
Nobody reads blogs anyway, right?
Ideally, my goal in having a blog is to encourage myself to write. Practicing is key, and I practice my writing precious little. I will doubtless end up with a mess of random, manic, incomprehensible drivel, but it's the thought that counts. So I have signed up for Blogger. So far I have spent three hours working on this first blog. Two and-a-half hours trying to decide on a template and theme, of course. Procrastination is key! I believe I said that already. Now I've got some funky purple swirls, which will no doubt prove to be irresistibly attractive to faeries, psychics, and epileptic penguins. If at least a few people enjoy my insanity and frustration and rants, I will be a happy woman!
My apologies in advance, to all past, present and future followers of the New and Improved Everlasting Question. It's only going to get worse from here.
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