I really don't know anything about a blog. Yet, here I am...blogging.
I stumbled into this strange world because I followed a link on my niece's Facebook page to her blog. May Lynn - she's a writer, too - and somewhere on her blog there was a link for me to set up my own...blog. So here I am. I feel like Alice only I've misplaced my Rabbit. What to do next? I should probably seek some advice from ...blogophiles?...about the best way to blog. What a remarkable word.
Now here I am.
And you? I wonder how you managed to find yourself reading this. I suppose that's what I'll learn from the "philes:" how to attract you - entice you to come back. I suppose there should be something interesting for you or it'll be "bye-bye" forever.
I guess I better have "Something To Say." Pressure. I think I chose that title as more of a goal than a reality - I worry that I'm not clear about what I have to say. Not clear in my own mind - and if not there then probably not in the writing.
So part of this will be about exploring what I have to say.
I'm a playwright. So another part of this will be about the writing and the plays and the not-writing and the plays-to-be-but-not-quite-yet. Theatre. Readings. Marketing. Casting. All that. If I'm lucky, I'll write about productions of my plays.
And I have a non-writing life, of course. "Will that be three parts Writing to one part Life, Mr. Walker?" Yes, I'd like that - and make it a stiff one.
So, here we are at the end of the First Post. It's probably taken me over an hour to write this and I really sat down to the computer to answer Mae Lynn's Facebook message, wishing us a Merry Christmas. I know, she wrote it a week ago or more and here I am on New Year's Eve day - in the middle of making a list of "what I'm going to do better/more of/less of" for next year. I probably should have answered her last week and then I wouldn't have to put "Write SOMETHING in your blog" on the list.
Can I blame this on Facebook?
Michael
