Blogging scares me. When I grew up there was only one kind of mail, the kind carried by a letter carrier. I would write a letter to my grandmother across the country, she would read it, she would write me back months later. Mail wasn't instant, like a phone call, and it usually wasn't seen by anyone except the addressee. The whole idea of publishing something many people can see, across the globe, feels uncontrolled. Strange. Scary. I'm out of my depth.
And yet, there is an irresistible tug to create something that will have a larger audience than one person. And to get feedback from people who have different points of view. There is the possibility of new connections: what would it be like to find friends who want to share a conversation online? These thoughts have been nudging me to begin blogging.
And yet, there is an irresistible tug to create something that will have a larger audience than one person. And to get feedback from people who have different points of view. There is the possibility of new connections: what would it be like to find friends who want to share a conversation online? These thoughts have been nudging me to begin blogging.