One must begin somewhere, for surely no lover of words can love a white page for long. I'll admire it for a moment in its snowy vestal beauty--in its potential for what it could and will become, but when it gets down to it I must take a breath and simply push onward--traveling ever inward to that place that corrupts blank pages until those newborn words have no choice but to slide out one by one...
Mhm, you'll have to excuse my rambling, I believe that's me trying to find some flow or another. Kind of a let's get this thing going, kind of thing I think. I guess I don't really know what to say, wading a bit out into unknown waters of 'blogosphere' territory here. Mostly I suppose it's because I don't really know what it is I'm writing and who it is I'm writing it to. Myself? My aunt? Friends continents away? Strangers? Stumblers? Virtually no one? Actually no one? Is this to be a public diary of sorts? A confessional? Some electronic one-way penpal? A writing exercise? A lifeline? A vanity project?
Bah! I remember now; it's a way for me to share the adventures of my life with the people that I love and that love me back! Of course my dear loveliest of friends and family! I'm so glad you're taking part in my attempt to document my observations of life as I take my next exciting steps out the front door and into that wet wonderful world of everything else.
Make yourself at home here
I've got a lot of good things cookin',
and you're just in time for supper
KM
