My husband actually read my first blog post and said, “Great post. But now you are screwed. Aren’t you supposed to blog about day to day things and what you ate for lunch*? How are you going to follow that one up?”
My first thought was, “Wow! He read my blog!” He’s not a fan of me putting things out there in general, so my starting a blog is giving him the heebie-jeebies. As a consequence, full names won’t be mentioned and cute interesting nicknames will emerge soon. But I was so happy that he read it at all that I was on cloud nine.
My second thought was, “Wow! He has a point.”
Honestly, I don’t know what I am going to post about. I hadn’t thought about it much, but then his comment did start to bother me. And blogging about why I want to blog seems so self-indulgent that I am already cringing. So I will announce now that I don’t expect every post to be profound, or interesting, or even grammatically correct. I give myself permission to spell things creatively and to use punctuation in ways that make me happy, even if they would make an editor cringe. I will whine, and be depressed, and share things that bring a smile to my face, even if no one else gets it. So there.
And if people in my life want to chime in on their nicknames before I write some more, here is your chance.
*He’s confusing blogging with tweeting, but I got the point.