I’d like to say I decided to start this blog to share my thoughts on writing and reading with friends, current and potential but this is not the case. I started it because everything around me including my husband – hereafter referred to as The Resident Songwriter, ‘cause that’s what he spends most of his time doing – is pushing me towards a ‘presence’ on the internet.
“How can you expect to ever get published if you remain invisible on the ‘Net?” he asks, exasperated.
I daren’t reply that the sheer brilliance of my writing will surely snare the first publisher I send my work to as even I suspect this is not going to happen, at least not quite so easily.
Not only that but the aforementioned RMIT course, I hear, allows for no-one to opt out the aforementioned presence on the ‘Net. So eventually I will be Twittering and Facebooking and whatever-elsing with the best of them, although a very with-it young man I spoke to in class last week told me he doesn’t do Facebook because it’s ‘so yesterday’. Wouldn’t that be just my luck to finally get proficient with the basics of social media only to have the very instruments I’ve mastered become defunct? We’ll see.
For now this blog will be a kind of blackboard for what I think about writing and reading and, hopefully, an avenue for the thoughts of others who may stumble upon it and choose to comment.
And because I can seldom go a day without a coo-y goo-y story about one or all of our dogs, there’s sure to be an occasional dog story that sneaks through the editing process.
You may as well get to know them now:
Barney, Stella & Archie
“How can you expect to ever get published if you remain invisible on the ‘Net?” he asks, exasperated.
I daren’t reply that the sheer brilliance of my writing will surely snare the first publisher I send my work to as even I suspect this is not going to happen, at least not quite so easily.
Not only that but the aforementioned RMIT course, I hear, allows for no-one to opt out the aforementioned presence on the ‘Net. So eventually I will be Twittering and Facebooking and whatever-elsing with the best of them, although a very with-it young man I spoke to in class last week told me he doesn’t do Facebook because it’s ‘so yesterday’. Wouldn’t that be just my luck to finally get proficient with the basics of social media only to have the very instruments I’ve mastered become defunct? We’ll see.
For now this blog will be a kind of blackboard for what I think about writing and reading and, hopefully, an avenue for the thoughts of others who may stumble upon it and choose to comment.
And because I can seldom go a day without a coo-y goo-y story about one or all of our dogs, there’s sure to be an occasional dog story that sneaks through the editing process.
You may as well get to know them now:
Barney, Stella & Archie
Some of the best books I have ever read have been about dogs. How do I classify "best" you ask. Because my emotions run riot...happiness, sorrow, surprise, amusement and joy. Book shops are full of dog books but two of my favourites are Marley and Me by John Grogan and The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein. I'm extremely happy to read anything you have to say about your dogs. The black one, Barney, looks just gorgeous. Janet
ReplyDeleteI've never been courageous enough to read Marley and Me because I suspect a very sad ending is in store for me.
DeleteGlad you like Barney. He's only been with us for 4 years after spending the first 8 years of his life mainly standing in a concrete driveway waiting for
someone to notice him. Oddly though, he's far better behaved than our other two who've been raised with love and attention to burn! Hmmm.....