I don’t like blogging. I don’t read blogs.
I don’t tweet…don’t follow anyone…and, to be honest don’t really know how to do
it.
But now I have a blog. For two reasons:
(1) Ken Nicol has one (www.every3point65.blogspot.ca).
He is the most non-conforming person I know and he’s blogging every day for 365
days.
(2) I wrote a book. A memoir… ie a book about me. So, in a completely craven attempt to
‘build my platform’ so I can either sell my book or get an agent to do it for
me, I am blogging.
I cannot promise regular updates, but I can
promise there will be no tales of my daughter’s cuteness (even though she is
way cuter than any of yours’); no recounting of my husband’s ineptitude or our
arguments…because the Blogess does it better (okay, I’ve read a couple of
blogs); none of my lame vacation photos or anything else that I think is
fascinating, but totally irrelevant and boring when viewed by others.
And, possibly most importantly, I will not
go all yogi, Yoda, guru on you – even though I survived a bout of brain cancer,
had to re-learn all my motor skills, balance (etc) at the same time as becoming
a new mom (the subject of the afore-mentioned memoir), had a near-death
experience…and well, clearly in some way am constitutionally superior to just
about everybody, I don’t want to lord it over you. Really. That's the kind of evolved person I am.
So, what will my blog about? Whatever I
want it to be…because it’s mine.
Welcome.
