I Am A Blog Stalker

I am a self-proclaimed blog stalker. I think it is slowly turning into an addiction that may need professional attention in the near future. Ok, well maybe not. I am fascinated by the number of people that blog, but I am even more enamoured with what people write about. I spent this morning (at least 45 minutes or more) reading a variety of blogs from friends and even a few from people I don’t even know.
So, I indulged in the entertainment of reading through the incredible variety of self-expression. It could easily some day replace the traditional morning paper and cup of coffee….of course I mean…replacing the newspaper…not the cup of coffee. Some blogs are purely fun others are a little more insightful and some jump right into the serious and thought provoking side of life. It is almost as good as reading a page-turning novel when you just can't wait to get to the next chapter and find out what happens. For instance in one morning I read about being a mom of three children under the age four, a wife’s struggle with her husbands cancer, a soul-journers insight into praying to God, and why someone would choose to go white water rafting on class 3 rapids and an artists depiction on a current work in progress. I would challenge a writer to get all of that into one book. I think it would make a phenomenal piece of literary work.
So, it is my selfish act every once in awhile to go blog stalking. I leave my world for a brief instant and get lost in someone else’s. It slightly compares to people-watching at the mall. You know when you sit on the bench waiting for someone or to finish the mocha latte you just treated yourself to from Starbucks, you sit and watch people walk by. You take the time to notice clothes, attitude, hand-holding, crying children, sleeping children in strollers, busy people, clueless people, people who just spent way too much money on themselves…you get the idea. Except in blog stalking you get the good stuff. You get thoughts, emotions, feelings. Who cares what anyone’s is wearing (let be safe with that oneJ ) I get to see, read and feel the internal dialog of some amazing writers. It’s inspiring and many times, it is comic relief.
So, if you are a blogger, careful…I’m a stalker.

A Blog...But For What?

Ok. Ok. Ok. In the past month I have been asked at least four or five times about why I don’t have a blog claiming real estate in the vast landscape of cyberspace. I don’t really have an answer other than, I just never thought about it. In addition I question if I really have anything worth reading or for that matter writing. I guess we’ll find that out. Maybe, perhaps it is because I write for living and sitting down to write just for fun just seems like overkill. The two worlds of writing run in parallel universes, they are nothing alike. One abides by the rules of newspaper, the other follows no rules. One is regulated by fact while emotional forethought and perhaps even a little creativity regulate the other. Both facets of writing appeal to me and actually writing for a newspaper can spawn more creativity then you would think. Btw the picture is just that, a picture of a day-in-the-life. Austin, Andrew and mom in a strawberry patch. Not a bad day.
So, I have no idea what this blog will entail. I guess we can take the journey together.