I don't feel like a blog kind of guy. And quite frankly I usually write to a greater purpose, such as publication or teaching materials. But I love to write, so I'm willing to give it a go.
As I am practicing it, a blog should have spontaneity as I am making this up as I go, rather than carefully writing it and vetting it. Fair enough. This is your chance to see my writing with all the warts.
I have desired a website for about fifteen years. And now that it is here, I am amazed at the amount of work it is. Attempting to hyperlink pages in an intelligent way, while using a web builder that does not really anticipate the needs of someone like me, is a challenge. In fact, it's another effing learning experience. Such is life.
To spice this up I'll admit to my greatest fear. Homonym errors. My mother did a fabulous job of training me to get all homonyms and apostrophes correct on the initial draft. In 1987 I was hit by a car. I was severely physically damaged, but I thought I was cognitively fine. Until I got out of the hospital bed, wrote a few things, and proof-read them. I shouted out loud! I had lost all ability to get homonyms and apostrophes perfect on the first turn through.
Sometimes such cognitive function returns with time. As I write this it has been exactly 28 years, and there is no sign of my regaining that function. I'm not going to hold my breath.
That said, I can't notice that I had one poem published before getting my neurons scrambled, and a thousand or so since. Perhaps it has been a positive contributor.
Either way, it scares me to put my grammatical vulnerability on the firing line. But then everything scares me, and almost nothing stops me: witness this blog entry. I think that's quite enough for the day.