As I write this, my fiftieth jaunt into the cloud, I think about how much I’ve learned in the past couple of months, and how much I owe to those people who inhabit my world, whether they know it or not.
Three months ago, I’d heard the word blog, but had no idea how they operated. I knew how to write, I knew that I wanted to rant, I knew that I wanted to have conversations, and to learn from other people, but I had no idea how to get my thoughts out there, or how to pull in concepts from other people. As is the case with all learning, the more that I know, the more that I realize how little I know, and the more that I wish I had at least 400 hours every day. Since I don’t, I can only do what I can do each day, and hope that I survive the night so that I can continue in the morning.
When I started writing my blog, I hadn’t written anything of note for at least two years. I began blogging in the hope that I would be able to start the taps flowing again, and I’d find out whether I could keep up the output. Then a funny thing happened. The more I wrote, the more greedy I got, and the more I wanted to write. I feel like I’m in school again, but in a good way. I’ve got the chance to delve into a myriad of subjects everyday; I can pick and choose my topics; and I get to be the final arbiter of goodness of my blog. I am reporter, writer and editor all in one, a heady experience. Those of you who’ve been doing this awhile know what I mean—it’s a great responsibility if you want to keep any sort of reputation, but it’s a great load of fun, as well!
I do want to take this opportunity to thank my fellow bloggers: you have helped me learn some blogging etiquette, and given me some tips on how to keep going. Oh, and I have enjoyed a lot of the posts you made, too! I have always been a great reader, but I stuck mainly to books, except for the occasional research that I did online (important stuff, like what movie Pete Postlethwaite was in before he was in “Brassed Off”).
Now I’m following blogs galore (well, maybe twenty-five or so), and dipping into those that excite me with glee. —–
Little interruption, here: I’m watching the Reverend Al’s show, and they’re suppurating all over Mr. Obama’s “Omentum”, which, last I heard, is part of the peritoneum. So Mr. Obama is full of guts?
—Back to my post. I do have to give a special Thanks to my mother, who crafted all of those quilts that adorn my posts. They add a pithy, playful, introspective aspect to my dry, mundane words. Get busy, Mom, I’ve got a lot more posts to do!
Don’t worry, I’m done with the syrup. I’ll be back soon with another rant.