Who the hell named it a "blog," why the hell does she have one, and other such riviting questions. For the answers, look elsewhere.

Ahhh...so this is what you kids are calling it these days: blogging. I often wondered, to no particular end, why an online journal was dubbed a "blog." After minutes of frustration, I quickly adopted the old adage, "if you can't beat 'em..."

So here I am. No direction other than the feeble neurons firing in my head. No real writing history other than the poem I had published in fourth grade. Armed with little more than a love of crafting sentences that not only hold meaning, but the attention of their reader, I set out into the sea of written word to try and find a voice.


Sure I can't avoid interjecting pieces of me in my commentary. A few advertising posts might even surface. But for me this is more of an outlet. Something that I can turn to when I need to reflect. And hopefully, I can get some people to reflect with me, garnering much needed criticism along the way.