The best laid plans…

So, I finally plucked up the courage to start my very own blog – not much of an achievement you might think, but when you spend most of your time in the world of ‘wordies’ where you are pretty much the only one who doesn’t write – in some shape or form – for a living, this is a pretty daunting prospect…

I hesitantly showed some friends my attempt at writing the ‘about me’ page, subconsciously hoping that they would shower me with praise for my witticisms and previously untapped, but blatently obvious, writing talent… not exactly what actually happened!

The first ‘kindly’ pointed out all my spelling mistakes in between laughing – she wouldn’t say about what… the second gave me the type of smile my mum used to give me when I took home a crayon scribble from nursery school, a mixture of misplaced pride and amusement. The third loyally saved the page to her favourites file but didn’t really say much – certainly none of them seemed worried I’d be poaching on their writing careers!

Anyway, I happily tootled off home, planning my first post and how to make myself sound fabulously intelligent, witty and creative… I happily powered up the computer and tried to connect to the internet when the bubble burst… no damn internet connection… all my ideas went up in smoke as I sat and fumed about the inadequacies of technology and how my friends would immediately think I’d bottled out of actually writing anything.

The evening was not completely lost though, the chilled bottle of white wine in the fridge, along with Gordon Ramsey effing and blinding at idiot restauranteurs for an hour did make me feel slightly more relaxed.

Ah well, the best laid plans and all that…