I registered my domain, worked out how to do all the backend stuff to get it linked to the URL I couldn’t believe wasn’t already taken and then, despite bursting with ideas….

Nothing.

Who knew BlogPostNumber1 would be so difficult? Well, you did. Because you are me. And I learned this recently. Which is why I’m writing about it. On my very public, electronic diary of sorts.

Why a blog you ask? Because all the cool kids have them. Actually, writing by hand and having to go back and scrub stuff out and then re-write it over and over again is just so mind numbingly tedious that it makes my hand cramp up at the thought of it. Also, my handwriting is terrible and even I can’t read it half the time.

Why a public one? So I can pretend I have an audience to write for. It keeps me on my toes, or gives me focus. Or more likely just allows me to indulge my inner monologue as if I’m actually having a conversation with someone other than me. Which gives me a warm fuzzy that someone is listening.

To be honest I’m not actually expecting anyone to read this. Most of what I put up is probably going to be complete rubbish. And like many a love poem I’ve scratched out in the past, will probably make me cringe in embarrassment as I go back and reacquaint myself with  the ramblings of my (fairly immediate) past. Maybe I need to make a promise not go to back. Never to delete, or censor, or even mildly edit because I just thought of something better to go there.

Nah.