There’s more presumption on this one page than I can even begin to address. Let’s start with “Don’t Add Me to Your Blogroll Yet.” That would have to mean at least one person out there would consider adding me to their blogroll, and well, that’s not a great possibility. Even if it were, it’s pretty presumptuous to have a blog in the first place. That’s one of the things I don’t like about blogging. The word “blog” is another. Then again, writing of any kind takes a certain level of presumption and arrogance. And I’m a writer. By passion and trade. And all trained writers know they’re supposed to be writing something everyday. So I might as well get over myself and start a blog.
Okay, so this isn’t my first blog. If you’ve visited there before, I wouldn’t be blame you for not trusting me now . . . hence the title of this post. But things have changed. Kind of. I’m not an editor anymore, although I do a bit of professional writing and editing here and there. I don’t get a lunch break, although I still eat lunch. I don’t have to worry about my boss catching me blogging on the job, although I have a baby who will likely interrupt at least ten times per session. (Here comes the first one now. The Rock-a-Stack needs restacking.)
Some things haven’t changed. I’m still a bad speller, which is embarrassing given my resume. I’m still not savvy to fancy techno tricks, like adding the accent to the last word of the previous sentence. I’m still a bit of a perfectionist, especially when it comes to writing, so just posting without tons of revising is an exercise in self-control. But the biggest reason you should doubt my blogging credibility is that I’m still not entirely comfortable with blogging. Let’s face it. I’m not good at journaling. I love journals, but I can’t keep up with them. The title of this blog is a total farce. I hate going on the record about anything other than the essentials: I love my husband. I love my baby. I love Jesus. I’d feel much better about the whole ordeal if only people who know me in a writing kind of way were reading this. I don’t mean English professors and the guys from my poetry workshops. I mean the people I’ve shared frequent, long e-mails and letters with in the past. Not just “This is My Life” e-mails, but ones with the kind of candidness you save for those who know you best. But that’s not what a blog is. I could pretend that is, but deep down I’d know it really isn’t.
So we’ll see what happens. For now, if you’ve stumbled onto this page and you’d rather lurk for a while before staking some claim, go ahead. I don’t trust me either.
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December 20, 2007 at 2:57 am
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