I can’t believe I’ve been blogging for almost five years. How time flies. Every July I think, is it time to pull the plug like Sex and the City or The West Wing before it ceases to be creatively charming? Or how bout even just down a quart?
NO…because I’d simply be lost without it. I always say, blogging is like working out in the gym. It keeps you fit and sharp for whatever else you intend to write. Plus, you’re the pilot possessing the last say of what appears on the page.
Who could give that up, like publishing your own paper. Reminds me of Alexander Hamilton, our first Secretary of the Treasury who graces the ten dollar bill they’re threatening to replace with some woman. I’m sure Mr. Hamilton reclining in Trinity graveyard downtown is rightfully miffed. But he in 1804, sired the Saturday Evening Post, probably the first concept of a blog, to be able to have his say publicly. The paper, now called the New York Post and somewhat of a wag-rag, is still in print 211 years later. In his day the opinionated essay was called a polemic…a strong verbal or written attack on someone or something…an invective, rant, tirade, broadside or harangue. Like when I go off on health care or alleged abuse over an animal. The page becomes our bully pulpit, to quote Teddy, preening in our views. It’s the best annual 26 bucks I ever spend.
I’ll always be grateful to my pal Amy who put the blog up while I fought her at every turn. I was in a very grave depression she feeling it was due to not having a creative outlet jamming my senses like a stopped up drain.
The minute I began to write a little bit every day, my blues vanished like thieves in the night.
So I’m saluting Amy, WordPress, all the people who take the time to read what I write…and me, who humbly gives thanks for that blank page greeting her every day.
Here’s lookin at you 🙂