Okay. Third time's a charm. Or a sign that this just isn't meant to be. My first attempt at this was more successful than the second, so let's see what happens.
Blog one (about a year ago) was an attempt, a challenge to myself, to write one post a day for a year. That failed after five days.
Blog two (about five months ago?) was an attempt to just write. Anything. That failed after one day. (Truth be told, I forgot about this stupid thing instantly.)
Blog three? What's the point? A chance to write about my life? That's not interesting to anyone. My life is pretty mundane. I live with three boys. Spend lots of time with this one girl. And have a handful of friends outside of that who I see with any regularity. I'm happy with all that.
Generally speaking, I hate blogs without a purpose. Blogs that don't have something specific to talk about (whether that's food, fashion, ice cream making, kids reviewing theatre/art, etc.) drive me insane. Why does anyone care about anything I could possibly have to say? Doesn't matter. I like the idea of having a place to write about things. Anything. Shows I'm working on, shows I see, things I see, life as I experience it, whatever. I like the idea of having a place to write about any and all of it. I don't have much to say, and I can't/won't promise that any of it will be eloquent in the least. I'm not a writer. But the thought of a place in which I am held accountable for saying something, at least once in a while, is nice. Granted, I likely won't share this URL with anyone anytime soon. But someone could find it. And that someone would know if I didn't write.
So here goes nothing. A chance. Hoping I can keep up with it. For me.
