Blogging colored glasses

Here we go back on the blogging merry-go-round. I wont go through the entire string of links, but I read this yesterday on Kelly O’s site it’s stuck itself into my brain and been rattling around.

First of all it was the thought that I am a writer now. I guess so huh? The person who always hated to write. In school, at work, just even simple letters made me cringe. Please no! Not writing! Give me math, or science or history, but do not make me write. Of course, even with that fear and loathing I still wrote a few good papers which stand out in my mind. A paper in my film and literature class in high school that I sat down and wrote the night before it was due which earned me my first A from that particular teacher (he was touch, but one of my favorites). Then the paper I wrote at UCSD on Silent Spring – another A. Still, oh, how I hated it. So much so that unlike most girls of my generation, I *never* kept a journal or diary (hello…that would have been writing!!) Clearly though, my urge to be one of the Cool Kids with a Blog a couple of years ago overcame my writing blocks. It is ever so much easier via the computer. Part of my issue was not just unlocking my thoughts, but just the act of handwriting – ick!  So, I guess I have to add writer to the list of words to describe me.

Secondly, as a writer, it is true that it has changed the way I look at things in any given day. It’s not that I actively look for topics (that would have been November ;-)) but just that I think my mind is more open to seeing things in a way that prompts me potentially to share. Sometimes I find myself composing a blog post in my mind just after something has happened, or maybe as I drift asleep at night running the tapes of the day through my mind. Certainly I think that a certain reserve of creativity has been accessed. I also feel more in tune with each day – as if my awareness has been heightened. Pretty interesting for sure.

How about my fellow bloggers writers? How has blogging added to your life?

And on a side note: Can cats be in the dog house? Because I came home today to a pile of toilet paper shreddings under the kitchen table and the remnants of more than half a roll with tell tale bite/claw marks raked through it. A roll which originated upstairs in SB’s bathroom. About as far away from the kitchen table as you can get. Which means that she (yes, I know it was Amber) not only knocked it on the floor, but she then carried it down to the scene of the crime to unleash her destructive forces. Given that I am trying to stretch out whatever food/supplies are in this house until pay day tomorrow before I hit the grocery, losing nearly an entire roll of toilet paper has not won her any cute kitty points.