Well, not because I have anything important or earth shattering to share like, say, Perez Hilton. Not because I truly believe in my heart of hearts that I am channeling Hemingway. I do not think I am particularly narcissistic (although I have friends who may disagree, probably gleefully, on this very site). Not because I am exceedingly bright or excruciatingly deep. I'm not very political, either, so if you are looking for that sort of commentary then you are best off moving along.
Which still begs the question......then why?
And the answer is....why not? Consider this my e-letter to the world. Sort of like Emily Dickinson's letter to the world, only not so morose. If I set things up right, you can write back, which would be the big difference between me and poor morose Emily. It is your feedback I crave and so richly deserve. Okay, maybe not deserve, but crave I do. Your thoughts, your wry wit, your caustic one liners. I want them all. It would probably be overly dramatic to say that your responses are my life's blood. But I digress.
So, this is my offer to you, the World. I'll share with you the drama, the intrigue, the comedy of my little existence in the interstellar gloom and you can do just as you like. Read or not read, comment or not comment. Whatever. Because I'm not really much into the team leader role. I'm just a traveler with the odd story to tell about a chicken I know, or a gypsy I encountered, or a ship I passed in the night....
Chicken out
