Well, we’ll see how it goes. I’m not sure why I’m doing this, except that I’ve had many discussions with friends who blog and I got all intrigued. And, I think this might be a good way to keep in touch with friends in the UK. And, I’m supposed to be writing a dissertation so there’s probably some not-all-that-unconscious work-avoidance thing going on. My self-created rules say I’m not allowed to read fiction, else enormous tracts of time will vanish and in their wake will come equally enormous great swathes of guilt and anxiety.
I must say that this page was seductively easy to set up. No wonder half the known world blogs (I believe that’s the official figure). The question is, what next? Somewhat illogically, I find I don’t want to tell anyone about the blog, so I’m publishing it in the hopes that no one will read it. I’ve already furtively changed tabs on the browser when my husband wanders in to look over my shoulder.
I’m calling this an experiment, a foray into Web 2.0. But, just in case, I’m keeping my fountain pen and my beautiful stationery.