Hello again

Hello.

Well, I’m trying again. I’m trying to write a blog. I’m told that this is the best way to get people to read your books. Sorry, I don’t mean your books. I mean my books. But it's more than that. I believe it's sharing thoughts and trying to make sense of a funny world.

The word blog makes me think of a frog in a bog. It makes me think of spring when you walk by a bog, and you hear hundreds of chorusing frogs. Sorry, I mean when I walk by a bog and hear all that racket. It’s not chorusing at all, really. Chorusing implies a heavenly choir of angelic voices. Frogs croak. I guess that is an apt image for all of us bloggers. Here were all are sitting in our earthly bog, blogging. I am reminded of Emily Dickinson:

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!