It has taken the better part of a year. So pretty soon, I might be driving something around a car park, in first gear, with something-other-than-Dido in the CD player...
I have a lovely new template to put up, but deep down I am having a blog crisis.
Why do I blog? For me? For you?
I started so that I could express all the thoughts in my mind, things I wanted to share with the friends who were not with me at the moment each thought was born.
Then it evolved into a sort of smorgasbord of whatever came to mind each day.
But still, why do I blog? I enjoy your feedback and your comments. I enjoy the banter and the witticisms and the arguments and the discussions - with you, the people I know and love, and the people I do not know...
And then there are the ones who lurk. Daily visitors who will never speak up but never go away.
Worst of all are the people I know who yet remain silent and it always goes like this:
--I read your blog the other day...
--Oh, DID you...? (miffed at the lack of feedback)
I write partly for myself but partly for you and therefore if I have no feedback I will lose the inspiration.
Although it has made me a better writer, I'm beginning to have the sneaking suspicion that I was more talkative before I started writing. I stored it up in my mind and let loose on the next friend I met. Now I store it up and put it onto the internet for all and sundry to find and I can be lazy and stop sharing across the table.
And so, why do I blog? This is my conversation with you. A conversation is not a monologue.
If I stop storing it up, will I have more to say to those I see every day?
I think so. Look, my muse is already waving at me...Shall I let her go?