this blogger

Every week I try to pump out a few words that are on my mind and maybe some pictures of events or moments that I want to share. I like blogging, I really do, but there are a lot of insecurities about it that I would have never guessed come along with it.
I went to school for a long time to find a niche. I really loved reading great pieces that I wrote in school and even though they were few and far between, it was rewarding. So, I challenged myself, added a few classes of journalism to beef up my major in college and finished with some nice thoughts about my ability to write... newspaper articles.
I've never been an English whiz, I am fascinated with language and writers' abilities to construct emotion and beauty in storytelling some of the best of which I have read in blogs.
I knew there would be an insecurity about my writing ability but I took this on as an exercise like a class assignment. I have to keep it up for myself, read it for mistakes, mull over it looking for better, more describing and telling (but not too telling) words.
That's the hardest part. Not too telling. I'm not trying to hide anything but trying to be polite, considerate, loving and conscientious.
As you can imagine, I haven't invited my mother to read my blog. Whether she does or not, I don't know.
She knows how I feel but I don't want her to jump off a bridge. However, I give myself a little more freedom with her as a subject.
Bella is free to be written about since she is a child and the tribulations we go through are pretty much par for child rearing.
My marriage, though a wonderful thing and the love grows daily... off limits if not all positive.
Me. Well, I don't delve into some of my angry rants because I don't want to be called a Downer Debbie.
Friends are off limits, they hate being a subject unless it's all roses and sunshine.
See.
Not a lot left.
So this blog is dedicated to all the palpable things my readers can handle and want. I won't intrude with the real things too often, just the tips of the iceburgs on my mind.
Also, I write these at work and only a few minutes are spent thinking about and editing the words and ideas.
It's like training for a writing race. Maybe it will reward me one day.
Anyway, lots of luck to myself since I have really felt the boundaries (by crossing them) with this vehicle called a blog.