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Please Excuse Me for a Moment...

If you've been following this blog from the beginning, you know that it was never my intention to enter the blogosphere. Now that I'm here, I don't know why I didn't do it sooner. I absolutely adore being able to free myself in this way.

Of course, you really can't write a blog without wanting to read blogs. I'm fascinated at the way some people express themselves. The way they use words is absolutely amazing, and sometimes -- just sometimes -- I question my own blossoming skills.

As I'm sure I've mentioned before, even though I worked as a writer, I've never looked at myself as a writer. Yes, I've always been good with words, but I love to talk. That's my thing -- not writing. To be able to sit down and craft an essay, an article, or a novel takes patient deliberation. Since I don't flow in the ministry of patience, it's hard for me to see something like that through to the end. That's why I've always been somewhat reluctant about my wordsmithing.

Nevertheless, if I'm honest, I'd have to admit some insecurity on my part. See, the perfectionist in me can't stand the thought of someone being able to do something better than me. Crazy, right? Just pray for me...

Anyway, I'm going to link you up to some of the more fascinating blogs I've found in the very near future. And if, by chance, you find their blogs more intriguing than mine, I'll give you permission to leave my fan base. Hopefully, you'll like those others, but you'll know where your literary bread is buttered. :)

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