Saturday night, the night before I started this blog, I had a dream. It was the sort of dream that occurs before you do something in public: the feeling of vulnerability acts itself out by showing you running through a crowd naked.
Except I was in my underwear.
Which made me think, great, when did my subconscious start censoring my dreams? Am I not woman enough to run figuratively naked through the blogosphere, offering up honest – if sometimes mildly humiliating – stories that other midway types might relate to or find funny?
So far the most unsettling part of the exercise has been putting myself out there. The dream showed me that.
And so I have to start with the usual caveat – please be gentle, this blog is a voyage of discovery. I’m not doing this for professional reasons although I’m a journalist by trade. I just like the idea of good writing and hopefully putting some out there.
Here’s my review of a book I think was really well written:
And here’s that writer, Christine Pountney, talking about the writing process.