On the one hand, I feel like an old lady, because I definitely have a voice in me that says blogs, Facebook, Twitter, blah blah blah - that's for self-centered people who think their random thoughts are worth other people's time.
On the other hand, I need to force myself to get my words out there, get into the daily practice of putting words on the page, and knowing I have followers (hi followers!), no matter how few, will help keep me accountable.
So here's the deal. I will post here every day for one week. Period. And we'll see how it goes. I will stop censoring and editing myself, waiting for something "blog-worthy" that isn't too private to share or the time to write a friggin' dissertation about a news item. This will be my Gen X/Gen Y cusper - version of Twitter (which I TOTALLY can't deal with...even though I'm all up in Facebook like it's my job).
Entry for today? Check. Come back tomorrow. Let's see if it gets interesting.
And, for the sake of documenting a bittersweet day, some words from Marvin Bell:
| Around Us | ||
| by Marvin Bell | ||
We need some pines to assuage the darkness when it blankets the mind, we need a silvery stream that banks as smoothly as a plane's wing, and a worn bed of needles to pad the rumble that fills the mind, and a blur or two of a wild thing that sees and is not seen. We need these things between appointments, after work, and, if we keep them, then someone someday, lying down after a walk and supper, with the fire hole wet down, the whole night sky set at a particular time, without numbers or hours, will cause a little sound of thanks--a zipper or a snap-- to close round the moment and the thought of whatever good we did. | ||
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