To blog or not to...

I've started my own blogspot, and why would that be? Mind you, a few months ago, I knew nothing about blogs. David Ryan Long's (http://faithinfiction.blogspot.com/)
was the first I viewed, and his was so impressive the thought never occurred to do my own(and mine will be nothing like his, I'm far from that ambitious or talented).

I've no real idea why I'm doing this, or why it would mean anything, or why...hey, I bet half the blog-people say just that. Therapy perhaps? Buying into the reality TV generation? The need to be heard, even if no one will listen? So the list could continue. But my writer friend, Lisa Samson, suggested I do this -- there were reasons even. She has a blog, another I'm much impressed by, and she's such a fabulous person that I'm reading hers all the time now. Lisa Samson inspires me (http://www.lisasamson.blogspot.com/). And so, without reason, what the heck, diving into the deep water, here I am. I'll misspell words, make horrid grammar mistakes, and often make no sense at all, or worse, reveal more than I should. I won't be consistent. Or reliable. I won't offer the best advice. I'm on a straight and narrow path, as best I can, but the lines sometimes are blurred, so I tend to bump around or step into potholes, often. So that worries me. Everything pretty much worries me lately, which then worries me more. A friend once said, "Don't worry, don't do it" and yet, what I worried over came true. So there.

But I'm a blogger now. My words may be mostly fiction, I will warn you of that. Or not. Who knows? I don't. This is a work in progress, as I am. And some progressive work is needed in me, I'll talk about that more later and hopefully more changes will occur. For now, let me tell you, I had a great moment tonight, well, even longer than a solitary moment. An evening with two writer friends. We sat outside on Kimberly's patio with amazing view, ate Greek salad, sourdough bread, watermelon, drank some Chardonnay, talked about the writing life and read Cathy's chapter (she has a great reading voice). It was rather magical. The moon rose up as the horizon turned dark. I could've stayed there for hours, and actually did. So much for a moment. But I'm grateful for it. Thank you God for tonight. It was needed. Writers need one another.

My first blog. Here you are.