My Wherefore

Greetings!

I started this blog as an experiment to see if I can have the discipline to write something every day.

It's all Jeffrey Gitomer's fault. I was listening to his book Jeffrey Gitomer's Little Green Book of Getting Your Way on CD (as an aside, and a rant for another day, why have book titles gotten so stinkin' long?). (A second aside: Why do I need a book to get my way? Shouldn't that just be a given? :) )

He says that to be a better writer, you have to, you know, write. Makes sense. It's like anything else. If you run or bike or swim a few times a week, you'll get better. So why not writing? I'm hoping to keep it mostly light, even the rants, and to keep vitriol to a minimum. However, there will be days where the People Who Need to Be Punched takes center stage. I can't help that. I'm just the messenger.

The rest of the time, I'm going to just bore the vast internet domain with the minutiae of my daily existence. I'm a poor diarist, if all of my childhood blank My Dear Diary's could have a say and would confirm, but what the hell? The only time I did a decent job of diarying (is that a word? It's awfully close to when you're sliding into home, and your pants are full of foam...But I digress) was when I was in Japan as an exchange student. I think I still have it somewhere in the attic. I'm embarrassed just thinking about what 16-17 y.o. Michelle was a) Thinking and b) writing about.

My minutiae (one of my favorite words) will consist mostly of my workouts, the chickens (Patty, Selma and Marge), the dog (Sasha), my long-suffering husband (John) and the garden and it's bounties.

Depending on my level of bold, I might link this to Facebook and bore even more people. But you'll always know what I'm up to. (Ending in a preposition makes my teeth hurt, but it sounds better than "You'll always know to what I'm up." wtf?)

So let the great experiment begin!

Cheers,
Michelle