Take time to deliberate, but when the time for action has arrived, stop thinking and go in.
- Napoleon

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Talking to Myself

It occurs to me that when I'm blogging, I'm writing most posts as if I were talking to myself. I talk to myself a lot. (Thank goodness, I never answer myself in a different voice, if ya know what I mean.) I use this blog as a means to brainstorm, to sort things out in my own head, and to figure out what the hell is going on. Sometimes I give myself hell. If I didn't love me, I wouldn't bother. So don't worry too much when I've just upbraided myself for doing something boneheaded. And don't take it personally when I've worded something less than tactfully. When I'm talking to me, I don't mind being tactless and I always forgive myself for my insensitivity.

This blog is just a glimpse into the mind of an unpublished (to date) writer - the trials, the heartaches, the little triumphs. I hope somewhere along the way, someone will stumble across this space and find a measure of kinship and comraderie. That they will read something I have written and it will make this lonely writing life a smidgen better.

I know I've made my own life a little better by writing it.


Alex Adams said...

So what does it mean that I DO answer myself in a different voice? :D

B.E. Sanderson said...

Nothing at all, dear. Now just sit right down and have a nice cup of tea. I'll be right back with an 'I love me' jacket for you to cuddle.


Alex Adams said...

Ohhh is that the pretty white jacket with the buckles? I'm content, so long as you don't toss the toaster into my bath again :D

B.E. Sanderson said...

I still maintain that was an accident. ;o)

(But seriously folks, we're just playing here. No toasters have been harmed in the making of this blog.)

Kate said...

Hey. You sound like me. I dont think I could have worded a post better.

Yeah, I agree.. Ooops, my other self sometimes gets out of the cage.