Hadn't thought

I haven't really thought very hard about where I want this blog to go, or what I might have to offer to the world at large. If I'm honest, I figure I'm probably talking to myself, and that's fine. Certainly noone I know will stumble across these pages, so I don't have to worry too much about offending people. Hell, I do that well enough face to face, so I doubt a little blogging will worsen the relationship dents.

The people whose blogs I've linked so far have interesting stories because of their work or their writing style, or, most commonly, both. Entertaining and fluid. I don't hope to follow in their footsteps (for a starters, my job is pretty mundane, and verbose should be my middle name). But maybe as time goes on I can get into the habit of jotting down the little stories in my life that might strike a chord with someone else. The most important thing though, is for me to simply be writing. Because it scares me senseless. Yet once I'm doing it, it feels like home. I have had that reaction to a lot of things I've loved in my life actually.

I think I'll start jotting down some personal stuff, and I apologise if it's boring as batshit, but hey, this is MY blog after all *hehe*.

Anyway, better go and put the horde to bed (I'll introduce you to them soon), and myself as well. Tomorrow is the start of another work week afterall.