The Return and the Challenge

Well, Chris' constant shaming has served its purpose. Here I am, blogging once again. It's kind of creepy to look back over a blog started in January with the intention of writing daily and finding six posts in the last eight months, three of which were in January. Yikes. So I don't really have a blog--I have an extremely minor museum of extremely minor thoughts.

This, then, is the return. Here I am, typing away once more. There are half a dozen people who care in any sense about this, but somehow it's important to me. Now the question is how long it will take anyone to notice that there has been a new post.

What am I to do, then? This begs the larger questions of, "Why have a blog at all?" What's the point?

Practice, for one. Perhaps if I can get myself used to typing reguarly, I'll be better about it in other venues as well. Of course, it could simply eat up what little writing energy I have leaving me none for other works, but since I don't write other things at this point anyway, putting even a few paltry words down counts as a major improvement.

Secondly, it serves as a bit of updating on life. Our little circle keeps up with one another through these things--whether it's Devin's mad political scrawls and random reports of amazing opportunities; Dan's quiet reflections on music and performance; Laura's intricate crafting works and goals for the future; Christina's rollercoaster school and family life; or Chris' hourly updates on the state of his appliances. And I read these things with abandon, checking in at least daily to see what's up and what comments may have been made. It's like a little social gathering. And I don't want to be left out, I suppose.

So the "challenge" part of the title is the challege I pose myself (and you) to actually post. For reals. I intend at this point to put up something each day, because I need the discipline if nothing else. And mockery, abuse, sarcasm, and personal attacks are all motivating. If I am to succeed in this, I'll need your help as I have no work ethic of my own. Checking in will give me the edge I need, I think, to keep up the work. As mentioned early on in the blog, I can't guarantee that it will be interesting or useful, but it will exist, and I think there's some value in that. If you agree, I'd appreciate your aid.

So keep watch on this space. Soon I'll yammer on about our vacation to Mammoth, my voicework, my dreams of Washington, my new teaching assignments, my new baby girl (cutest of all babies), my new twin boys (okay, the old ones, but they're turning four next week so they're still pretty new), and all kinds of other entertaining things.

Until then.