One Two Buckle My Shoe

Ok. I'll bite. 

   For years I have heard and overheard the so called merits of blogs. Yet at the same time, I live most of my waking life never reading or gaining knowledge from one myself.

       Perhaps the train I'm riding skipped a link in cultural technological rail at some point. 


  More accurately I posit that I have never felt any ill will towards a blog. I could almost smell the satisfaction of readership through such a medium. Yet I have continued to set the project aside all of these years. In the end I feel that too much time was spent fussing over what should or should not be put in a blog. Too much thought was left to atrophy in worries of acceptance and appropriateness.  


    And this, of course, is the exact type of thought that can paralyze a writer to inaction. It leads to mulling over good ideas until they become quips of amusement that stunt creativity, while anything that might have come from exploring and throwing caution to the wind, is smothered. 




So I'll bite. 


I'll rant. 


I'll ramble on. 

"Now's the time, the time is now, to sing my song."