Prologue

Hello all!

A friend recently sent me an invitation to join a blog, but for some reason I kept getting an error message. Anyway. So I went to the website, took the little tour, and was tempted to start my own blog! Resisted this temptation, however. But recently read about a man named Mil Millington (yes, Mil Millington, if I’m remembering correctly) who turned his personal blog into a bestselling novel. You know, fictionalized it some. He’s English. But this sounds like a freak accident. He was sitting at home one morning and Random House (or whoever) called and offered him a book deal.

Grr!!

So cannot blog til sundown every day and hope this happens. That would be nonsense.

Already the allure of a potential audience makes me giddy with questions: 1) Would people read my blog? 2) Would people like my blog? 3) Would people like me after they read my blog? 4) Would my blog be interesting to others or just clog cyberspace?

None of these questions are answerable, really, without first blogging. I myself have run across people logging their blog with gluttonous abandon, writing to all and sundry who will listen about late-night parties, skipping school, the odd romance, their day at the beach, what they had for lunch, and whatnot. And reading what an anonymous 15-year-old had for lunch is not all that interesting.

Or is it?

This is the frightening thing about the kinds of things I write, actually. When it comes right down to facts I’m not at all sure the stuff I write for fun is sellable as a memoir/novel/short form item because more often than not I am talking about what I had for lunch (if metaphorically).

And for some reason, I know people who I wouldn’t want hovering around my blog hoping to read what I had for lunch.

Is blogging for me? For all my apparent choice-driven inconsistencies, it’s still tempting.

LA