Before you write me off as anti-progress, I have had a smart phone now for ages. It makes me Appy. (Get it?) Texting took a small but useful place in my life, and, after a respectable period of five years or so after Everyone Else, I joined Facebook. I post on it and stuff. I have been known to create a Pinterest board when planning a kid's birthday party. Last month, when I realized I could follow only the people who said things worth saying, I joined Twitter. In the classroom I use technology in amounts I believe are helpful and healthy. Several blogs add tremendously to my thought life. Reality TV still stinks.
In truth, many of the above developments are potential stumbling blocks to a healthy mental, emotional, physical, and relational life, for me as well as for others. How easily things can master us! But, then, there is the baby in the bath water, and lately I have come to feel that I might be ready to have a blog baby: a blaby.
Behold the marvel of this, for the printed word, edited with a discerning eye, approved for publishing by another discerning eye, printed on real, wonderful, crinkly pages, bound and shelved amongst other real printed words, held and critically reviewed and enjoyed and scribbled in and reshelved, has long been my idea of what the goal of writing ought to be. So, when blogs were first invented, and everyone became published with so seemingly little discernment applied, my sensibilities couldn't help being offended. Truth is, if I had been aware in my youth of how many worthless words end up in real books, I may not have had such a shock about blogs. But alas, my parents, teachers, and librarians gave me good books, so I didn't know any better.
I have little idea how to be a Blogger Proper. There are rules about these things I am positively sure to break. To keep readers, you must post frequently and regularly. Whoops. You must respond to comments. Oh noooo... You need to think about branding. Huh? This isn't my only gig, you know, by a super long shot. But I do see myself continuing. I've always written for growth, and tried to do it with excellence. Now I'm joining a conversation (with comments turned off--let's not go crazy).
Welcome to Meggie's Distillery, a blog: my attempt at a blaby.