I have this nice little blog going, but I have to say, I feel terribly inadequate about it most of the time.
Although it is one of the few things that have been keeping me sane the last few months (along with Babytalk - have I mentioned how wonderful the Health Unit in my town is?) - it my version of a very public group therapy sessions - I've been having these nagging doubts about my competency to have one.
Yes, blogs are supposed to bring publishing to the masses. But have you seen the quality of writing out there? It is absolutely superb. Despite the usual comments that blogs must mostly contain people's shopping lists, and other boring minutia of their day to day lives, all of the blogs that I have visiting typically are well written, though provoking pieces.
Unlike my own. I do not have the insight genius of Jen, or the vast writing experience off Ann D, and yet these people are kind enough to keep up with what is going on here. Oh the pressure of it all.. My Rick Merser-esque rants aside, I have a sneaking suspicion that I am merely a creative legend in my own mind. Maybe I could get my old grade 12 English teacher to grade me...
Now wouldn't that be priceless? In order to qualify for the right to public an open blog (friends and family are always obligated to read even the most bland material), a thirty-[cough] old woman is required to go back to make sure that in all the years since school that one's creative writing skills are still up to snuff.. And what if they were found not to be? Could they retroactively rescind your diploma?
Hmm.. maybe it isn't such a good idea after all!
Posted by: Ann D | October 31, 2005 at 06:35 PM