I Was Just Thinking

Istarted blogging long before the term was coined. Of course, as usual, I didn't know it at the time. Back in 1990 it was referred to as essaying. I wrote essays under the title I Was Just Thinking and in time it became a column that appeared in a number of local monthly newsletters and ad rags. Eventually it ended up in the original Makinghome.com website. One day it became a book. After that I guess I felt somewhat finished and I took a break from writing about the minutia of living. A long break - several years, in fact.

Though I continued to think of things to write about I just didn't do it. Funny how you can form a habit and then just as easily fall away from it. I missed it though. I think not writing those stray thoughts down has contributed to making me cranky in my old age. I feel frustrated. I have missed that wonderful sense of urgency to say what I need to say and the exquisitely painful experience of sculpting the words to precisely represent those thoughts and the satisfying release for having won the fight.

So, I begin again, here, in this space. I'll still do it the old-fashioned way though. The only real diffence between essaying and blogging is the interactive function; folks do love to express opinion – but I find email is good for that too, so if you want to express your opinion, email me and I'll post it – maybe... I expect to be rusty and creaky at first. Fine. Where's the WD-40? ...that reminds me of my mom. I'm going to give that some thought. I'll be back.