On more than one occasion over the course of my life, I have succumbed to keeping a handwritten diary or journal. These times have always been in conjunction with a class or self-help course I was engaged in. And always, in the matter of a few days, I felt like that unprepared third grader trying to spin out the paltry available verbiage to the required number of pages by making the margins wider and wider.
This said, I think you can appreciate my confused feelings about blogging. Am I supposed to confess my inner most dreams? Publish a record of my day (or maybe week)? Or use the blog as a forum to rant on whatever life incident that twisted my knickers on that particular day?
The strange thing is I can think of any number of things NOT to blog about. Religion and politics are at the top of the list—that covers a multitude of topics!
And, assuming I figure out the answer to those questions, who is it I’m writing for?