Hi, my name is Libby and I'm a blogger.
I'm not a 'mummy with tinies' blogger.
I'm not a 'growing my own food, building my own home' blogger.
I'm not a 'silver surfer, retired with money' blogger.
I'm not a 'living in a far flung place' blogger.
I'm not a 'running my own business' blogger.
There are so very many blogs.
Many interesting, funny, poignant blogs.
I stumbled into blogging when I googled something and was directed to a blog. A woman was writing and posting pictures about her life.
I was entranced.
I began to read.
I needed to find out about this strange new inviting world , peopled by kind, clever, funny 'bloggers'
I 'lurked' in the dark for ages.
Tentatively I started to post comments.
When I had a need to know something or share something or ask about something, there was always blogging.
When I needed to know how to do something I found a blogger who 'taught' me.
I started a blog of my own.
I can't stop now.
The very first blog I read just stopped. Did she move? die? grow tired of blogging?
The ether will provide the answer, at some point.
I love all the 'voices' of the people I read...thats you..and you...and you.
I met a blogger. We are now friends. How lucky am I?.
I like to think that one day, when I am dead and gone, my kids will read my blog..will hear my 'voice' and see what I saw.
Hi, my name is Libby and this is my 100th post.