Confession

I've been talking the talk lately, but I haven't been walking accordingly. I've been out of step, neurotic and mumbling a lot. I've said dumb-ish things and felt even dumber. Case in point:

Csmn and I have started a blog. It was his suggestion, so that we could discuss some of the things we always talk about in writing, and he set it all up today. I was pretty nervous about this experiment, but there it was. And as I read his first post, I began to feel overwhelmed: I can't keep up with him, I don't write as well, I'm going to be such a disappointment.

Full moon. On my way home I looped back to my favorite bench, overlooking Candler Park. I thought about what Ms. Flnnry said about decisions. What I said about decisions. And I decided... the decision, too. I am going to kick into gear for the next couple of weeks, even if it means writing about it daily (mentally apologizes to reader). It's been too easy to get intimidated and feel self-conscious.

After I finished reading Csmn's entry, I took a break from my computer and made myself a cappuccino. I started to think. I began to gather my own ideas and called up a handful of the authors I believe might agree with me. I promised myself some time to reflect and posted a picture that prefigures my response.

I can't decide. Does blogging make me more crazy or less?