So, I'm going to be a stereotypical cog in this 21st-century clock that
blogs.
I've heard it once said that to be a writer is an arrogant thing in its essence: it is making the assumption that the things you have to say and share with the world are worthwhile--and that someone will actually be interested in them.
As a writer, (or perhaps just as a person[ I don't like calling myself a writer. That feels arrogant, too. Also I think that to be a writer, you actually have to have a unique drive to record and respond to the world around you, an urge I don't feel often.])
Ahem. Anyways, as a "writer," I understand this-- who am I to write? who am I to believe that I will say something that hasn't already been said before? who am I to say that any of these pixels arranged so carefully are of any substance, importance, interest?
But I digress.
Why am I starting a blog?
I am frustrated with Twitter.
Well, that was the springboard, at least. Then somehow I figured out that what I wanted from Twitter, perhaps, is expression and communication that can't really be accomplished in 140 characters or fewer.
I could give a lot of disclaimers right now, like
I may get bored with this
I may run out of stuff to share
I may become just as frustrated as with Twitter, etc.
but I'll just let a few words suffice: This may not work.
So here I go into the blogosphere.
perhaps many will stumble across it.
perhaps a few dear friends and maybe even a few fellow creepers will peruse it.
or maybe
this space will be for me.
my words careening out into the vast, dark void where only God and I will ever remember it.
but hey.
could be worth a shot.
In His beauty, grace, and light,
Goodnight.
