Writing an online blog has always been an odd and unfamiliar concept to me. Everything I've ever composed I've more or less had an unwritten:
4 HER EYES ONLY!!
hypothetically plastered across the front cover with a painstakingly lame pink plastic lock and key attached . Always a closed book. Always personal. Insecurity flows within me if I ever share something from it to another human. Whether it was my 3 year old nephew while he watched Thomas the Tank Engine or my best friends who have to support me no matter what I do because that's what's in the contract. But, alas, here I am. Opening up to the world wide web, thinking that what I have to say and express myself about will be the least bit enticing. I suppose it's good I have an ounce of humility as I embark on this booming literary epidemic.
It'll be like Christmas for your eyes.