so, it's been several months since i started this blog. it doesn't much matter, since i've contributed so little to it that i have all of zero followers, but still. there's been a time lapse. and much has happened. so much has happened, in fact, that i've actually decided to face the empty text box and write.
i've never been good with paper journals. i start them, carry on diligently for about a week or so, and then get tired of watching my handwriting deteriorate as my entry crosses the two page mark. (seriously. my handwriting is tiny, deliciously loopy, and way too hard to read after my hand begins to cramp). blogging, on the other hand, was something i did daily, for years, without ever even realizing that i was doing it. i can type on a regular basis. carpal tunnel may lie ahead, but at this moment, my spry, college-aged wrists love to clack the keys. word.
but, of course, half the fun of blogging is hoping that there's somebody out there who'll read what you have to say. i don't flatter myself that my daily exploits are relevant to anybody but myself--or certain maladjusted friends who find my bullet-pointed rundowns charming-- so what's a blogging newbie to do?
tell you what, pretend reader: i don't know.
i don't know what to write about. do i write about me? do i write about arts and culture? crafts? food? design? i've seen many blogs--and follow many blogs-- that do all of the above, and i'm addicted. maybe i'll just have to run this little baby as my own case study on what makes an alluring blog. i'll learn as i go!
i think photos are supposed to be helpful. lots of them in this post, eh?
i shall figure it out. with uncharacteristic sticktoitiveness and gusto.
really.
starting tomorrow.
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