I blame Tessa. She's infected me with this bug, this curious addiction to baring one's soul (and make no mistake, my writing is very much a reflection of my soul) to the world. So here I am, a convert, a zealot (ok maybe not - it's hard to be zealous in or about anything in these busy times).
I will write, and I will post, and I will - Gods help me - join in blogfests and other onliney endeavours. I might even host one, who knows. Maybe you'll listen to me, maybe you won't, but my I'll be here as often as I can, as often as I can cope with.
Here I am, then, a blogger at last. No more mere fooling around with Tessa on our joint bloggy adventures (not that anyone reads those - ahem!). I'm ready to go out on my own, take off the training wheels.
I'm ready for the Dark Side.