Life of Wry

Dear you,

Hello.  Welcome.

And here’s the thing.  I need to get the first stupid blog out of the way so I can, at long last, just r e l a x into some writing.  But. . . being the kind of person I am, I feel this need to start with an appropriate introduction, lay down a framework, tell you what I’m going to tell you, and so on.

But.

I’m not.

Please know, it makes me feel extraordinarily off-balance and creepy to just start right in —  no context, clear voice or plan.  But what the hell.

Welcome, then, to the official non-start of a blog.  And some disclaimers, because I must:

I’m not sure where this is going.  About the only thing I’m sure of at this moment is that I’m going use capital letters again, since even my own husband barely recognizes me in emails anymore (“Uh..what’s with the lower case?”).  But other than that.. [shrugs shoulders]

I’ve written all my life, but have had no formal training, so please be kind as I thrash about trying (intentionally so) a variety of writing styles, formats and subjects.  My sole purpose, really, is to just write.  I am totally experimenting and will follow the directions that seem most fun.  That’s all.

I’m also letting go of my hyper-discomfort with the narcissism of having a blog.  Because, today? that’s just a self-conscious, boring, dated attitude.   In social media, there’s a lot of ego and narcissism and I’ve decided to just go with it.  It’s, you know, my blog, and it’s going to be about stuff I like.  I’m embracing the buzz words of the day — transparency and authenticity.  And I’m completely foregoing, in a reckless, unabashed way, any sense of privacy I’ve ever enjoyed.  It’s the modern way.

This is 2009 and — as I’ve said to colleagues, former colleagues, and everyone else for years — we’re in a new age of communication.  So, I’m living it, baby.  I’ve long twittered and linked, faced, flickrd and delicioused.  It’s time to blog.