Fear Not The Tyranny Of The Blank Page

At least that is what I constantly told myself during all those long, late nights in college.

It got me through 6 uneven years then, so maybe it'll serve me again now.

The truth is, I've been meaning to do "this", for a long time. This itch to blog is the product of my muses. Whether it be Dooce's irreverent and candid humor (www.dooce.com), or the acerbic wit and brutal honesty of Maddox (maddox.xmission.com).

So how does it all start? How do all good and memorable blogs begin? Does that even matter? Do I need a hook? Do I need a gimmick? Does it even matter if anyone reads any of this?

Probably not. As long as I get it all out.

That is my purpose here. There is too "much" crap rattling around twixt my ears. Perhaps, if I jot it down, I can let it go to make space for "stuff" that actually matters.

You know, like my home phone number.

They say that a journey of a thousand miles always begins with a single step. So here you go my beloved Internet. I boldly go where a million melodramatic housewives and loved starved teenagers have ventured before me.

I am blogger. Hear me ramble/prattle on/whine/pontificate/flail/whimper/roar.