I have mixed feelings about keeping a web journal. As a writer, a certain level of narcissism is an expected component, for obvious reasons. However, expecting anyone to read my wandering thoughts is too much. I'm all for self promotion of one's art, work, etc, but "blogging" requires a huge leap .... a presumption of interest. But since Weebly provides the option of creating a blog, I find it difficult to ignore the service.
Web journals or Web logs, are a boon to stalkers or those with stalking tendencies. One used to have to dig for information. Now, you just surf for your victim's private profile. So, I raise a toast to my would be stalkers and to those who are merely mildly curious as to what I am thinking: Here's to Nancy Sinatra - may she forever haunt my childhood.
It's raining here. I can hear the water running off the roof and hitting the unprotected front porch.
Dripping water on cement has that way of sounding like something is frying in a pan, or like some ghost boy from the past is out there playing with a brand new box of matches as I type this initial entry.
I still have those boots. Size unknown. Well worn heels. I look at them when I need to remember my humble beginnings. Even at this late date, I could take you to the location where I danced and be within inches of the exact spot. Maybe the boots want to go there.
Maybe they want to dance.