Let's see. Shall we take an inventory first?
Husband, check. Good-looking, long-suffering, man of my dreams.
Kids, check, check. One boy, one girl, the perfect family.
House, check. Clean? Well, that's asking too much for 5 days after Christmas.
Pet, check. My beautiful old dog, Chloe.
Career, check. I've been working for the Justice Dept. for 17 years. Good pay, good perks, cool job, with all the stress and frustrations you'd expect from being a civil servant.
Hobbies, check, check, check. I take piano lessons, I love to read, I'm active on Goodreads, I write reviews and a column and do some editing for InD'Tale Magazine, blabbing on the internet...
So what's left? Blogging. That's right. Before I was all that active on social media I used to call it "masturbatory". I had the idea that there were all these people who figured they had all these vereh impohtahnt things to say (in their own minds, anyway). Yeah, I know. Turns out, I think it's more like there are lots of people out there who like to talk about a lot of different things, and depending where you are talking you're limited. On a blog, you can talk about what ever the heck you want, and no one can tell you you're on the wrong thread. :)
Silly me, mocking what I didn't understand.
Same with Twitter. I used to think people who "tweeted" were supremely self-absorbed. Who CARES what you ordered at a restaurant? Apparently lots of people, if you have lots of followers. But it isn't just celebrities on there; there are lots of real people having quick, casual conversations. I'm now one of them, and love it.
I write reviews on Goodreads, and love to blab. Sometimes, though, I would love to blab about things with my GR friends that aren't specifically about books, so there isn't a place for me to do it.
Until now.
Welcome, world. I'm here, and I'm ready to blab.
