OK. So here I am, officially in the blogosphere. What in the world am I doing here?
Granted, I love words. I love the way they look on the page. I love the way expertly crafted words roll off the tongue. Words bring me some of my most fulfilling moments, such as when I connect with my stoytelling audiences, or when I can guide students to new understanding. I love words. Almost too much.
Do you have any idea how long it takes for me to say what I want to say, with just the precise shade of meaning? I could easily spend hours typing a letter (or a blog entry). Which is why my perfectionist self hasn’t started a blog anytime before now. I won’t tell you how many cuts, pastes, and re-types I’ve had all the way up until now. But I’m going to have to let go. Just a little bit.
Dream with me: what would happen if I could type a paragraph without stopping? How on earth would that look? What a risk I would have to take.
So here it is, life in print with no do-overs. Words may come as they are. I invite them to come and play, and I would love for you to join us.