Birth of a blogger

Having watched Julie & Julia with a certain amount of admiration and cringing, it is with trepidation that I commence my blog. It is something I have thought of doing for quite a while, but in my usual style, I have prevaricated, dithered and avoided. So here I am on line 4 of the blog and I already feel a sense of achievement. Surely, this is why anyone (or the majority of people at least) starts a blog, for their own needs, not for anyone else. They can express themselves in an anonymous way, in a modern way and commit musings, rants and raves, excitement and disappointment to the great body of stuff that is the Internet, the blogsphere, the thingammybob of "out there" and no longer just in one's own head. Not a diary, which can be read and used against you in some cruel way, and not as difficult as getting yourself published in a magazine or in a book.

So here I am and I am feeling pretty smug.