Redux

I am distracted. My friend is in the hospital and there are suddenly important things to do and take care of. What follows is from earlier this year, with a minor edit to update it just a little:


I started blogging last September(2007), with a blog called NewAtArt, because that's what I was (and am) - New At Art. The whole idea was to create a diary that I could look back on as I learned about Art and became, hopefully, a better and more accomplished artist. I wasn't looking for an audience as much as I was creating a record. At first.

I published my first post in September 13th. I got my first comment on the 14th of November. And that first comment led me to NaBloPoMo. And the creation of a second blog (this one) to do the 'daily' blogging.

My original intent was to just do daily 'ART' blogging, like a daily diary, and NewAtArt would then be used to document the progress of whatever art project was in progress. NewAtARt has stayed true to its purpose, but this one - this one has changed.

I find I like writing. And I think what I enjoy even more is commenting. Both getting and giving. Good commenting is like good sex. Just can't get enough.

I have grown very attached to some people out here. Some of you know who you are. Others, maybe, just see the comments .. and wonder, maybe. I don't know. But I value the blogs I have picked out from all of the stuff that's out there in the wild. I KNOW that some psychologist out there will be willing to say that there is no possible benefit to anybody from on-line relationships - that they are shallow and based on facades - that you are never seeing the REAL people behind those lines of text on the screen. Maybe. There IS honesty out here. There ARE real people out here. And maybe they keep the real dark secrets to themselves. Good. So do I. This is MY cyber family. Good, bad, pretty and plain. They're all mine. And I like it that way.

And that's why I blog.