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This blog is just a glimpse into the mind of an unpublished (to date) writer - the trials, the heartaches, the little triumphs.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.
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So what does it mean that I DO answer myself in a different voice? :D
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.
;o)
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
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.)
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.
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