Ugh. Ack. Why?

First blog.

… Awkward…
Hi, I’m doing a blog. Gosh that feels like, ugh. Ack. Why? For those of you reading this and who know me (which I assume is all of you for now? At least until this thing gets going… or until I’m the only one left reading it?), you might feel like I should definitely NOT start a blog. In fact, “Stop now,” you’re probably thinking. And to that I say, “Yeah, I know.” And If I could, I would. Stop writing this, I mean. Now. Stop. Typing. Now.

But, nope. I’m going to have to keep typing, looks like.

So, for starters, why the title “scribblemescribbleyou”? Well, I’m calling my posts scribbles, because that’s what they feel like to me. So, for most of my life I’ve written, or thought about writing, or been told I’m not terrible at writing. But I keep that to myself because writing is so personal! Exclamation point. Some may get why I’d choose to hide this thing that always felt more like a problem, like a high beam of light shining directly into a window that looks directly into me. Scary. And, on the other hand, some might see that not doing something that is so personal and essential to who I am, well that’s a problem, too.

So how about if I just dabble? I’ll write these scribbles and maybe they’ll turn into whole pictures, all fleshed out, or maybe not.  Maybe I’ll become more fully who I am– a goal of mine.  I want to practice, is the point. So: scribbles. Plus, it’s fun to say, “scribblemescribbleyou.” And, nobody had taken that domain name yet, so I did… at which point it became the immediate property of WordPress, and they charged me a monthly fee for it! (WTF? I see how it is, now.)