welcome back to blogger

I used to be on blogger. Back in the day before every American with nothing to say subscribed, back in the day when you could browse through the various blogs and they would be well written and meaningful, possibly contain social or political commentary, or at least (heaven forbid) be interesting. Now the word's out. Everyone bored enough at their job, uninterested enough in real life, or thinks it's the same thing as being a writer has a blog. Most are narcissistic, contain only information pertinent to those who know them, and contain photos of themselves, their dogs and their babies.

Why, then you justifiably ask, have I signed up again? Or, why did I leave it in the first place?

Stupidly enough, I didn't realize that when I signed up for blogger, using my real name as my blog name, and then wrote all of my personal feelings down as if it were a journal, that it would be so easily found. I know, I know - how technologically unaware was I? Well, very, I suppose. I thought I could hide in the haystack of the thousands of other bloggers out there and only be found by the occasional browser or the other bloggers who I communicated with. But soon enough, my coworkers were telling me they found my blog, friends were asking me if the "sarahs" or "joes" in my stories were supposed to be them.

So, I Googled myself. And there I was. My blog at the top of the list. Damn!

And that was the end.

That was several years ago. I have hardly written a thing since then. A quick journal entry, a rough sketch of a poem, ideas for short stories - all forgotten, all left unedited. I need the excuse to write. I need to pretend that at least one person out there (besides myself) is anxiously awaiting my new post.

Let's face it. I'm lazy and need the motivation. So, there you have it. I am back.