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When I decided at age ten to be a writer, that meant novels. Fiction. Creating something that ran a couple of hundred pages, with a plot, characters, dialogue and DESCRIPTIONS. That last element may be the main thing that intimidated me and scared me off from even making an attempt. I'm not naturally observant of my surroundings; I can't wax lyrical about the furnishings of a room or rainbows or buttercups. When I'm reading a novel I tend to skim over lengthy descriptive paragraphs.

So maybe I should have tried my hand at playwriting or screenwriting? That seemed almost as intimidating. Thinking up words for different people to say, that would move along a plot and convey the characters of each speaker.

So my best bet seems to be this sort of personal essay format. Just have to figure out what I could possibly have to say that might enlighten or entertain a potential audience.

Of course, blogging has now become a mania and everyone and their dog is into blogging and as usual, I'm the last one to join the party. I've always been out of step with my contemporaries. When I was 18 and most self-respecting college kids were hanging at the disco, I went wacky for G&S. At that age most people want to blend in and be like everybody else but I pursued the road less traveled. That led me places that I'm glad I went and will probably discuss in future at greater length.