1994. Are you kidding me?

After years of my friends and family encouraging me to write, and many suggesting I blog (or a blog…or to blog.  Ugh, whatever), I decided I would.  I kept joking about not really knowing what a blog is. Is it a noun? A verb? Both? Should it be capitalized? Where did the word come from?

Considering I had no idea what I was doing, this was the writing equivalent of sitting in the living room when suddenly someone covers your eyes and says, “Open your mouth.”  You assume food will be involved, but it might be a good idea to ask for basic details.

When my daughter suggested I Google it (and I’m still marveling about living in a time when “Google”, “Friend”, and “Facebook” are verbs, and “unfriend” is a thing), my first reaction was, “No way!”   My biggest fear was that I would find out I had no business doing it at all.  I made the conscious decision to take the leap, sans instruction, and hope I didn’t look too much like a grandma in a mosh pit (bonus points for anyone who comments on this particular comparison).

Flash-forward to the moment when curiosity got the better of me.

Sidebar:  No one who knows me should be surprised that I caved and looked it up.  I look up everything.  Anyone who has ever watched a movie or television show with me has undoubtedly experienced the treat of my informed commentary.  I can’t help but recite everything from the Trivia section of IMDb.  It’s more than just an addiction.  It’s like I have Trivia Tourette Syndrome.  I realize it’s annoying, but I can’t help myself.  I have so much trivia packed into my brain that I secretly hope I get called on to a game show someday.  Or, at the very least, become someone’s “Phone-a-Friend”.  I think the word you are looking for is…”anyway”…

I looked it up.

Damn.

So it turns out that the word “blog” is just a shortened version of “weblog”.  Well that was anticlimactic.  But the big news is that it’s been around since 1994.  Nineteen ninety freaking four.  Just typing that made me queasy.  There goes my big reason for not doing this sooner.  My “I’ve been raising a child” excuse is toast.  French toast.  Smoking, burned-to-charcoal toast.

All the other cool writers have been sailing along on the blog boat, happily sharing their bloggy thoughts with the world (and probably talking about me behind my back) but whatever bitches.  I’m here now.  And I’m ready to kill it.

But wait, there’s more.

“The 9 Rules of Blogging”.  “10 Blogging Tips Every Writer Needs To Know”.  “A Guide to Blogging.” and so on.

Wait, what?  There are RULES?   Noooooooo!!!!!

Friends, stay tuned for some serious rule-breaking.