To all my followers

To all my dedicated followers.

I don't mind that you don't exist. Really I don't. Blogging to just myself is kind of a little private joke I enjoy once in a while. I don't feel guilty when I don't update for a while, I don't feel bad about writing something daggy, or embarrassed that I've written about something I shouldn't have(not that I've written about anything particularly saucy). I don't feel slack that I haven't included pretty pictures or enough witty comments. Tone?- doesn't matter. Neither does grammer, spelling or even content. Are my sentences too long or short?- You can let me know, I won't take offense....... He he hee.
'Why are you blogging then?' I hear no one ask. I guess it's because I often think I come up with
good ideas, but struggle to communicate them. Nervous or critical tension maybe. Anyway, not being forced to write in every day life just makes things worse. So I write to no one here, for now- just to write- and hopefully start to get good at it.

One day, maybe, if I'm lucky, someone may start to follow me. And I will have to start measuring what I write. Hopefully by then I will be good enough at this that it won't matter so much. Oh- and here's a picture