So, now here I am, setting up a blog. No one is forcing me to set up a blog, but I guessed it was due time. If I want to be in the business of writing for a living and every author, agent, editor, publisher, and wanna-be have blogs, I figured that I should join the ranks. I do have to say, though, that it makes me a little nervous. See, I know that if I intend to be a world famous author one day, I need to have a blog and a website, and I'm sure many other things that I'm completely unaware of. But...putting up the blog before becoming the world famous author that I aspire to be has striking similarities to those who pack their suitcases a month before their due date when they're pregnant, in hopes that a packed bag would make the baby come that much faster. It never happens that way. Which is precisely why I almost had my babies on the car trip to the hospital - since I was packing my bags when I was in labor. Anyway, my point is that I hope I'm not jumping the gun here.
Also, I can't promise that I will be able to keep up with this as well as some of you do. Some of you are like rock-star bloggers that I could only hope and dream to be one day. Not mentioning any names, ahem, *Salomone*. What I do hope to do is keep you updated on my writing woes (and hopefully one day some really fabulous news that I've been picked up by an awesome agent and my book has been published and on the shelves at Barnes and Nobles), the books I'm reading, and any other interesting events that pop up. If you don't know me well, totally-unbelievable-it-has-to-be-made-up things are FOREVER happening to me and my family.
For instance, The Post-It Bandits. (I'm hoping to use this for a future MG title, by the way) I branded the thieves, who smashed my classroom window open last weekend, with this name because the only thing they stole from my room was, quite obviously, Post-It Notes. How, you might ask, did I know that they were stolen? Some, may or may not have said a time or two that I display OCD tendencies. I'll leave you to be the judge of that. My sticky notes were color-coded and neatly placed into a super cute red and black container that matches the magazine holder on that same table. I'm actually quite miffed that they decided to take the container with them because now the magazine holder is quite lonely on the table without its matching partner. I could care less about the sticky notes. I have a bazillion of them. However, if they really needed them that badly, I would have been more than happy to supply them with some.
Well, they came back. This time they weren't so innocent. They were like professionals this time and stole some pretty important things. I believe in karma though. Or maybe I believe in the police officers that will find the little thugs and teach them a thing or two. I'll be happy with either, as long as they quit using my window as a portal to commit illegal activities.
Wow. So this blogging this isn't so difficult after all. I've already managed to ramble on for a ridiculous amount of time. And. I'm. Done.
Give the newbie some love! A shout out, a comment, a pat on the back. I set up a blog for goodness sakes!