A VIRTUAL YEAR

I have been blogging for one year today.

I started on a lark. More or less.

I got the idea from George and Christy.

George doesn't blog anymore. Christy does in secret.

After I wrote my first post, I told Erin and Ben to look. They seemed surprised. Ben said the voice of the post didn't sound like my voice. I don't know what he meant.

Erin asked what possessed me to start a blog. I said it was a relationship substitute.

In my second post, I wrote this: "The handful of people I told about this blog seemed surprised that I even started a blog and that I wrote about what I did. One person, acting disappointed, said she expected it to be funny."

I don't remember now who that person was. Erin?

I also wrote: "Having a blog is totally anathema to my personality. I am morbidly private."

I am less private now. I have typed things on this blog that I have yet to say out loud to another person.

Rick said I should add pictures. I did. And "recent comments." I haven't.

He said I should have a permanent link to the first post, which explains the blog's title, "walls without mirrors."

It seemed like a good idea. But I haven't done it.

A wall without a mirror reflects a deeper kind of vanity. And a fear of blankness.

That is probably too obvious to need explanation.

I wasn't sure how long it would last. Or how often I could make myself write. I haven't written every day, or even every other day. I've written every three and a half days, on average.

I could do worse.

But I'll try to do better.

Thanks for reading.