It’s Blo-og, It’s Blo-og, It’s Better Than Bad, It’s Good!

A Blog really IS similar to the “Log” toy from the “Ren and Stimpy” show!

Blogs are bad because they encourage and enable this age of non-anonymity we are in.
No longer can we comment on news articles under a phony name…or look up how to rob a bank just for shits and giggles without getting flagged by the authorities.
But it’s better than bad, because it can be absolutely revealing if you want it to be.
It’s a not-so-new vessel for personal expressionism. Blogs can and do help people. And, it can be therapeutic in a narcissistic way.

So I too, finally have a blog (not without the associated email\Facebook\Instagram accounts).
Now, what the hell do I do with it?!

It all seems so easy…set up a blog account that’s not already taken, and then pour some words out of your fingers!
Not so, says me. I have many many many questions:
What to blog? Should I maintain a focus, or a niche? Or should it be more general…a blog to grow with perhaps?
What not to blog? Should I use my real name? Is it ok with my wife if I use her name? What about friends and other family?
Is there a not-to-blog list of topics?
And what’s the legal way to post photos? It seems easiest to use my own. So, should I buy a real non-phone camera?
What about those hashtags everyone uses? Where do those go?
And how to I make my blog pretty? Do I need to select a special platform to publish from? I thought WordPress did that already.
And how do I change words into hyperlinks? Do I need to consult a guru?
Where do I find a blog consultant?


I’m going to keep it simple. I won’t overthink it.
Simple seems good right now…simple sounds clean.
I will be honest.
I’m going to take my own pictures.
I won’t use any real names, maybe an initial only with permission, of course.
I recognize that this will take time, and accepting that my blog is a work in progress is part of the fun.
And fun is why I’m blogging.


You say you want to blog….

I have never been the type of person who knows exactly what they want.

As a child, it was hard to pick out a favorite toy, or to decide which of my friends is my “best” friend. As an adult, I sometimes fluster while dining out at restaurants where I need to decide what to eat, or at shoe stores, deciding which color to buy.

Back in high school, the hardest question I was ever asked was: “what’s your major”. This question put me into instant anxiety. It felt impossible to answer. How did I know what i wanted to do for the rest of my life if I’ve never tried anything? It felt very permanent and high-risk.

This life question has leaked into adulthood. I was never sure about what I wanted to do in life…And I’m still not sure. I’ve been envious of friends I’ve known who just “knew” they wanted to be a doctor, or a nurse, or a teacher.

I still have not given up searching to find an answer. This usually leads me to determine what I’m good at, by trying new things while working hard at my day-job.

I’ve had quite a few hobbies. I keep thinking I’ll find my “niche”…my magical talent…Something that I am purely amazing at, something I can quit my day-job for someday. This hasn’t really happened yet, however, I am constantly surprised at how successful I am at just about whatever I try.

One year it was baking and cake decorating. I’ve always been a good little baker. I took a class. I shadowed a professional…but it was just too fattening…seriously.

Another year I learned to play guitar! I took lessons. My skill level is intermediate. I was a fast learner, however I ain’t no Stevie Ray Vaughn. So, now I play here and there at home, alone, playing along with my favorite musicians via YouTube and my iPod.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve accepted the fact that I have a great day-job doing something I really don’t mind doing. I am grateful because most people can’t say that. I’ve also recognized that I am a creative person who needs to practice her creativity.

So, I’m going to try blogging.

I don’t expect for people to read my blog, nor do I expect to gain anything, except for personal entertainment.
I like to write. And I’ve been complimented on my writing style several times, so I do hope anyone reading this won’t be bored to tears.