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Six months and 134 entries ago, medical tests showed a reason my words were getting scrambled and discombobulated. Broken bones are easy, broken brains are scary.
This space started as a crutch.
I had been enjoying SJ Rozan's blog as much as I enjoy her books. I opened my own Journalscape account the day I saw my MRI studies, under the gross rationalization that if I could just write a little bit each day I could keep writing -- whistling through an online graveyard.
At least 1,000 of the visitors here are probably me going back and fixing what I missed the first, second, third, etc. times in those days.
When I went away for tests and eventual solutions, the blog morphed into a one-stop update location for friends and family back at home.
I came back with my words returned and I was hooked. It was like being a newspaper columnist again without Atila the Editor (or a lot of pesky readers insisting you were wrong).
A dozen private entries helped me find reason in a family crisis. Public entries made new friends I'll never meet, but who likely know me better than my neighbors.
A new member of my wine group, a sophisticated Size Zero from France, complimented my blog and started her own. When I ran the Google translation tool, I discovered that underneath that chic veneer, the poor girl was actually a writer. A real writer with all the doubts, demons and insecuritites that come with the job description. We live on the same island, but "met" on the blog. We're now collaborating on a children's book, our families have virtually merged, and we have shared more adventures than most friends of many years can imagine. (See Anne's blog link).
The strange sensation of having your island slip into a police state necessitated a second blog on the coming of the G-8. It found more than 2,000 visits in 35 entries including international journalists requesting intervews and strangers in the grocery store saying "I heard about your internet thing" before they stormed off with their cart.
But the G8 is done and this blog has been the stalwart sister.
After six months: my head is better, my older daughter has disowned us, we survived G8 without incident, the house is STILL on the market and I still haven't completed my second manuscript.
But half hour daily with my blog is cheaper than therapy (although likely sometimes more painful for the reader).
My sincere thanks to Kenny and Jenn for making this possible and to you for visiting.
Let me know who is number 5,000.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (6) Share on Facebook		2004-06-26 7:53 AM Who'll be number 5000? Six months and 134 entries ago, medical tests showed a reason my words were getting scrambled and discombobulated. Broken bones are easy, broken brains are scary. This space started as a crutch. I had been enjoying SJ Rozan's blog as much as I enjoy her books. I opened my own Journalscape account the day I saw my MRI studies, under the gross rationalization that if I could just write a little bit each day I could keep writing -- whistling through an online graveyard. At least 1,000 of the visitors here are probably me going back and fixing what I missed the first, second, third, etc. times in those days. When I went away for tests and eventual solutions, the blog morphed into a one-stop update location for friends and family back at home. I came back with my words returned and I was hooked. It was like being a newspaper columnist again without Atila the Editor (or a lot of pesky readers insisting you were wrong). A dozen private entries helped me find reason in a family crisis. Public entries made new friends I'll never meet, but who likely know me better than my neighbors. A new member of my wine group, a sophisticated Size Zero from France, complimented my blog and started her own. When I ran the Google translation tool, I discovered that underneath that chic veneer, the poor girl was actually a writer. A real writer with all the doubts, demons and insecuritites that come with the job description. We live on the same island, but "met" on the blog. We're now collaborating on a children's book, our families have virtually merged, and we have shared more adventures than most friends of many years can imagine. (See Anne's blog link). The strange sensation of having your island slip into a police state necessitated a second blog on the coming of the G-8. It found more than 2,000 visits in 35 entries including international journalists requesting intervews and strangers in the grocery store saying "I heard about your internet thing" before they stormed off with their cart. But the G8 is done and this blog has been the stalwart sister. After six months: my head is better, my older daughter has disowned us, we survived G8 without incident, the house is STILL on the market and I still haven't completed my second manuscript. But half hour daily with my blog is cheaper than therapy (although likely sometimes more painful for the reader). My sincere thanks to Kenny and Jenn for making this possible and to you for visiting. Let me know who is number 5,000. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (6) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top