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Where the hell did that blogger go?

You might have asked yourself this, if there is a you out there reading. I mean, why go through all the work of setting up a blog and website if you’re not gonna post?

Simple: stage fright. I’ve kept notebooks of book reviews for years on and off. I like doing them because they force me to slow down and think about a book after I’ve read it instead of just reaching for the next one like an out of control reading junkie (which I freely admit I am.) The problem is, once I set up the blog, I realized other people might read it!!!! Why that didn’t occur to me before is a mystery. So I began freaking out. My god I’m just going to dribble on and say really boring inane things and I might even start using really big words to prove that I’m intelligent and then I’ll really sound like an idiot with pretensions and no original thoughts, etc., etc., etc.

You get the idea.

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2 Responses to “Where the hell did that blogger go?”

  1. peter coyle
    September 17th, 2006 09:59
    1

    Hi
    just a little note to say
    i have had a quick look around
    your blog
    and i can only say a big thank you
    you seem honest sincere and talented
    i will definitely read moby dick now
    i love books but find it difficult to
    connect with a lot of them
    some of writers i love seem to lose
    the plot on a personal level
    celine and hamsun for example
    also i must thank you for the links
    you have put on the site
    you have opened up a whole new
    intelligent world for me
    anyway hope you get this
    and i have bookmarked you
    and will keep visiting
    peter
    cahors,france

  2. blastedmembers.com
    September 17th, 2006 19:26
    2

    Thank you! What a lovely compliment. I couldn’t hope for a better response to my humble little blog. Enjoy Moby Dick!

    all my best,
    blastedmembers.com

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