The fact that these words are coming out of my fingers (well, not literally, though that would be kind of cool) and appearing before your eyes officially makes me not the least likely person to blog. Truth be told, this isn’t even my first attempt at blogging. (Gasp!) But I am a rather unlikely candidate for bloghood:
1) I am a very private person. (Sorry, no salacious revelations here. I am not a salacious kind of girl. :))
2) I kind of hate the word blog. (Don’t even get me started on ‘vlog.’ Shudder.)
3) I really question if anyone particularly cares that I love toast or that it smelled like Flintstones vitamins in the first floor hallway of my building last week. (Though I do, and it did.)
4) I got my first– and only– cell phone three years ago. I don’t I.M. You won’t find me on Facebook or MySpace, and I just don’t get Twitter. What I’m saying is, I’m not going to win the Miss High Tech pageant any time soon.
So why am I doing this? I guess the main reason is that, at heart, I’m a writer.