I’m wandering around, a little lost, trying to figure out how to make this Blog work before I tell anyone about it. At the moment, it’s my secret communication with the world. Someone might just stumble upon it, but that’s unlikely. For now, I’m publishing pictures because I’m unsure of my words and thoughts. I know that my pictures aren’t good, and that’s ok because I’m just learning how to use the camera; however, it’s a different matter with the words. I feel, deep down, that the words should come out right…that my comments should be meaningful. I believe that I should post something more valuable than words. Hamlet’s response to the question “what are you reading?” is simply “Words. Words. Words.” In this brief exclamation, he’s casting aspersion upon all of us who mindlessly utter sounds. Let my words have meaning. Let them carry weight. Let them make a difference.
I’ve talked about writing for as long as I can remember. I ramble on forever about nothing and anything in the safety of my computer and journal, but have never braved the public forum. I’ve decided that it’s time. It’s probably pretty safe because there’s a good chance the very few people will ever see this.