I am not a writer... I am a contented hack who considers that life is too short for "le mot juste". There are so many words... by the time the best one is found, friends have disappeared off the radar, the house is a mess and even the cat is mildly bored.
However, when I discovered that blogophobia is on the increase among those who know better than I, I started to think.
Always a bad move...
What if I'm on the wrong track. What if (and Heaven forfend) "The Blog" is not dead, as reported at the Irish Blog Awards in Spring, but is an annoyance, a nuisance, even, to those who come across it by chance?
My enthusiasm for the form is boundless. Why wander round dreary offices looking for an editor who may (or may not) wake up long enough to take a piece of copy and set it in motion towards printing?
The blog allows for a gentle stroll among apple trees, laden with scented blossom, while thinking absolutely nothing at all...
Long may it continue so.