I guess it's just the way things work when starting a new blog, but sometimes it all seems so strange, to write to thin air as if there's really someone on the other side. I am used to writing things, I filled many notebooks over the years with my ramblings but never expected an audience and so I never really worried about how it sounded or if it was worth writing or if anyone would be offended. I think about all those things now and it's left me kind of stumped.
So I put a lot of pictures up instead.
I know there are at least a few people out there reading. I look at the stats on blogger and it tells me that some people have read my blogs (or at least looked at the pictures). I don't know if they liked it or not. I don't know if they are coming back and reading more or if a single visit was enough.
I was reading the forums on Etsy late, LATE last night, far past my bedtime but it was after all, New Years Eve, so ringing in the New Year online with my fellow Etsians seemed like the thing to do. I've never been one for going out on New Years Eve. Something about all that revelry kind of makes me tired.
As I was saying, I was reading the forums and I read a thread about starting a blog and what people were writing and such and I added my own pathetic whine to the mix. About how lost and unsure and completely stumped and perplexed I was about the whole blogging thing. I guess it helped to write it because sometime after that I just decided "what the heck" I was just going to write like I used to write and if anyone reads it, that's great and if not, well I still enjoyed writing.
That is, after all, the reason we write? The reason we create, draw, paint, sing, dance etc....
I don't need an audience for any of the other things I do, so why should writing be any different.
I blog, therefore I am.