Because I’m on a journey.
A journey for my personal truth. Egads, that sounds SO tired and so cliché…
I started to write a blog on January 2, 2011 (I’ve never been much for new year’s resolution and I prefer being fashionably late) after hemming and hawing for years. It goes back to the wonderful irony of the fame averse and the fame hungry: “No one thinks about you as much as you fear they do” and “No one thinks about you as much as you wish they would.”
I started this blog as a chronicle for my kids. In the maudlin self-affected way of saying, “When I die, here’s something that tells you what I think about things. You can see it anywhere you have a connection to the web.”
I have things to say. Like you, anyone else: I have my way of saying them. People tell me they like the way I say things; that they can hear my voice, hear me speaking when I write. Apparently that’s a pretty good sign that I’m doing it right.
So here I am, trying to figure this out. I want to write a book; I’ve got tons of ideas and three pretty good ones which are all in various stages of development. Do I continue? I think I should because if I don’t, I’ll probably make myself sick.
They say the hardest step to take is often the first one. I’ve taken that step; I think the remaining steps are just as hard.
You can always email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
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I’m reading these to Patti as she lies in her hospital bed recovering from her surgery. She likes me to read to her, especially your “stuff”.
paul, that was probably the nicest thing anyone ANYONE could ever say to me. thank you. give patti my love. love to you too. -mol