I never thought I’d find myself blogging. It always sounded like one of those obscure Nordic games—like bandy or skeleton or curling. And while I’m not a total klutz, I’ve known for a long time that my gifts don’t extend to anything athletic.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that ‘blog’ is actually short for ‘weblog’, first used by Jorn Barger in 1997. Web log. Okay,that I can do. I’ve been keeping journals for years.
In 1999, Peter Merholz thought he’d be funny and divided the word as ‘we blog’ on his site, Peterme.com . Which led to blog and blogging. And the rest, as they say, is history. Or whatever you care to blog about.
I thought this would be a piece of cake. I mean, I’m a woman. I can go on a ten hour car ride with a lady friend and never run out of things to say. A web log should be nothing.
Hmmm. Let’s just say that I have learned that skill in one medium does not necessarily transfer to another medium. The first time I needed to come up with a blog, I sat for hours in front of that cold, white screen. What could I have to say that anyone would possibly be interested in hearing? And I was right. No one commented.
In fact, I’m still not getting any comments. But a strange thing has happened. I like blogging–notice I said like, not love. So I’ll keep on keeping on. One of these days I’ll be discovered and the rest as they say…well, you get the picture.
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