Happy New Year everybody!
May 2008 bring you interesting conversations, time with friends, renewed creativity, and good books to read!
(Yep, just wishing you all what I'd like for myself...seems only fair).
Me, I've been writing in a luscious new red journal---yes, pen on paper instead of hands on keyboard. It's been a while since I've indulged in that perhaps old-fashioned habit but I'm rather enjoying it.
I visited with friends I hadn't seen in a while over the holidays and the talk turned to writing. I mentioned that I had a blog (sadly neglected but only for the moment) and invited them to read it if they liked. They had no idea I had one, or indeed really what that was. I explained that it was a good way to keep in touch with people I seldom saw, and a fantastic shared writing outlet.
"But anybody can read it!", said a friend, sounding alarmed.
This is true. But I assured them I only share in my blog what I'm willing to share and no more--truly private thoughts would only be written in my private journal.
"But what would happen if somebody read that one? What if you'd written something about them that they didn't like?" My friend was frowning.
I laughed and said then they'd be in big trouble for reading my journal, but I guess they'd know me better. (Of course, this reminded me of what happened to poor Harriet the Spy---I just re-read that book over the holidays.)
"But what if you died, and then everyone read what you wrote?" She sounded really alarmed.
I couldn't help but laugh again. I said words to the effect that I can only hope that my life is exciting enough for everybody to want to read them after I die.
(Note to self: Write more interesting things in journal so post-humously I don't bore everybody silly.)