Might as Well Face It, I'm Addicted to Blog

Hello. My name is Rhonda and I'm addicted to blogging. It started out as one blog, then two, then three and suddenly I have at least four more blogs in 'draft' waiting for me to click the 'PUBLISH POST' box.

I knew about the blogging world for quite sometime now but have never looked into it too much before I started this one just a couple of weeks ago.

I check my dashboard numerous times a day for any comments that need to be moderated. I check out other blog sites that tell me how to become even more addicted to blogging a few times a day as well. Yes, I am addicted. It didn't take long. Maybe this is a good thing.

I needed something besides my children to distract me from the things that keep me awake at night. Although I have always enjoyed writing, over time I feel like I have lost a lot of my ability to be creative. I am desperately trying to get that part of me back.

I like this world so far. It was a little scary at first, not knowing who I would meet there and what they would say to a newcomer but to my surprise, I have been welcomed with open arms!

I have been sucked into the blackhole called Blogging. Rather quickly and very unexpectedly, I might add.

I was just typing this and my husband came peeking over my laptop to see what I was doing. I quickly shooed him away and blocked any glimpse he might catch of my closet obsession. The funny thing is, as he walked away he started laughing at me and said, "What, are you blogging or something?" There is no way he could possibly know! I have not told him about it at all! Unless he's been sneaky and checking out my laptop when I haven't been looking! For his sake, I hope it was just a lucky guess.

I guess I should just come clean now. But that would mean he would be reading every single word I have written and every single word I will write in the future. The fear of what the people I know and love think of my written word has been part of what held me back when I had dreams of becoming a writer in my younger days.

Should I just bite the bullet? Let him read my blog? I am 40. I am comfortable with who I am, or at least who I am trying to get back from deep inside myself. The me that has been lost somewhere between Chicago and Phoenix.

Maybe I shouldn't give too much thought to what anyone thinks about what I have to say, afterall, it's my blog and I will write if I want to, write if I want to (sung to the tune of "It's My Party and I'll Cry if I Want To")

Maybe I can use my blog as a weapon if he reads it! If he makes me mad, I'll just blog about him! :) I'm sure it happens everyday to seemingly innocent husbands here in the blogging world...