An idea arrived like the No. 13 bus. Late, busy and warm. The idea, unlike a bus, stuck around for a while. In fact, it stayed for long enough for me to realise I’d had an actual idea.
The idea was to make a blog. Write a blog. Write posts for a blog…
The trouble already started. What exactly is a blog? And how do you write a blog?
I did some research. And discovered a way to make a blog. And soon after, there it was, sitting on my computer and giving me side-eye. A blog.
—Oi! Dummy!
—Er, me?
—No, the other person in this otherwise completely empty room.
—Alright, me then. What?
—I’m a blog. With no content. Get on with it. Write something.
Ah, Now I get it. And because I’m a studious writer… No, wait. I’m not studious, I don’t have a studio. But, I’m curious so I looked up the word ‘blog’ (I looked down as well, in case it was offended):
“A regularly updated website or online journal where an individual, group, or business publishes information.”
—See that? ‘Regularly updated’? Are you getting it now?
—Yes.
—Hurry up, then and don’t write any rubbish that I’ve seen in your archives.
Blimey, no pressure. So, yes. Hello, World, and all that. This here little virtual notebook is my blog. I can’t guarantee it will always make sense—
—Based on what you’ve written so far? Try: ‘Will never make sense’.
—Harsh.
I will endeavour to publish information. And in the true spirit of a blog, I will keep it human and based on simple life stories.
—Is that your way of saying you don’t know what you’re doing?
—I’ve been blogging for years, I’ll have you know.
—Really? It doesn’t show.
Just my luck. I appear to have built a blog with opinions. Anyway, I’m finished for now. So, I’ll work out and ending—
(He didn’t, well, he tried, but it was rubbish. —The Blog.)