I frequently get asked,"You Blog?"
Some say it while making a face as if they just got a wiff of some bad blue cheese.
Yes, I think to myself, I'm one of those crazy people meeting very nice people from all over the world. Should I apologize? I think not.
There are all kinds of bloggers out there. I've identified 2 basic types. Happy bloggers, who are just naturally upbeat people and write posts that generally make you feel good.
Then there are the whinny bloggers. They usually are complaining about something or other, but are often entertaining to read.
I tend to gravitate toward happy bloggers, for my reading enjoyment. I need a pick me up, because as I think about what type of blogger I am, I would have to say I probably bitch way too much. Not sure.
I've met artist bloggers and writer bloggers and people whose writing is really art.
The unbelievably talented photographers I know have sparked a knew interest for me, and their generosity in sharing their tips is remarkable.
Here's what I didn't expect when I started my blog. Didn't think I'd be making friends. Had no clue. Actually, I thought I was full up with friends. But it just happens
I imagined blogging as an outlet for a frustrated writer. I never imagined the "connection" that happens naturally.
Those who poo-poo my blogging and blogging in general, probably haven't been invited to dinner with a lovely woman who lives a coast away from me. Yes, my wife was invited too, this isn't match.com.
Without entering the blogging world, I would never have met the wonderful people from coast to coast who I communicate with, almost on a daily basis. From the U.S.'s deep south to the northern snow covered States, from coast to coast, I've been given an open invitation to stop in any time.
I have made friends with wonderful people in the Netherlands, England, Ireland, New Zealand and many other places. This isn't your normal coffee shop. This place (blog world) is special.
I watch people's families grow and listen to intelligent political views. I follow a bloggers trip through Asia, and visit a local farmers market in Wisconsin. Do you know what's it's like to own a horse farm....I do now.
These people are real. Emails back and forth are real and praying for a fellow bloggers recovery from cancer is real also.
This is much more than a writers forum.
That surprised me.