This blog started 11 years ago tonight. I wanted a blog, but wasn’t sure why or what I’d write about. My first post was the equivalent of dipping your toe in the water.
It’s the 4th of July. I have to work on what is a hot and sticky day in Connecticut. There are a few thunderstorms on the radar, but not enough to really worry about. Helaine is packing. Twice, she’s had me get on the scale with a suitcase. Both were light (by airline limits that is). I haven’t done any packing yet. And, I still have a quiz to take to get ahead in my “Natural Disasters” class at Mississippi State.
The blog has taught me how to write. That makes sense. I practice every day.
My writing takes advantage of the powers of word processing. Everything is written, then rewritten more than once. I never did that while in school.
A finished blog entry is nearly always shorter than the first draft!
I like short paragraphs.
On an average day around 1,200 pages get read. If I talk about a storm headed toward New England traffic can increase tenfold or more.
More-and-more Facebook makes it difficult to get direct traffic. Do people start blogs anymore? Should I bother anymore? I wonder all the time.
I like it when you read my words. Ego? Probably. It does give me satisfaction to know I can share my thoughts.
This blog is always the truth, but seldom the whole truth. I hide bad news and shield friends and family. This is not TMZ.
Thanks for stopping by.