Writing Just Because
Writing today just because. I like to write and sometimes I do not know where I want to write. Several of my articles are scattered all over the blogosphere. So when I do not know what it is I am going to be writing about I just post to separate different blogs. I post here so irregularly I thought it was about time I did a post. I thought I would keep up with family and friends on this blog but that was before we all started connecting on Facebook. Now I do not need to post to my family and friends here so I will be posting just to myself.
None of my friends or family know about this blog, so I am free to write about anything I want on here. Watch I right some really horrid stuff about someone and they will find this blog on the internet somehow. Not holding my breath that anyone would find this. This can be my little sanctuary from the world. Writing anything I want that has no value to anyone but myself. I think this is going to be even more fun than I had originally planned.
I love having little hideaway places. There is something safe in having a secret hideout. I have always had some place to hideout. When I was a kid I would hide out in the basement. Probably because we lived in a tornado area and quite often would have small tornadoes come up the channel from the big lake. We were drilled quite often on heading to the basement in case of a tornado alert. Back then when there was an alert the local fire department would sound there alarms to inform the community of impending alerts. Then we would have to turn on our radios to catch what was going on. To the basement we would go for safety when the alarms went off. I guess I related safety to basements and creepy places from these experiences.
When I moved into my current house we had a somewhat finished attic. It had a lot of creepy things in it as well. But it felt so comfy cozy to me I claimed it as my private space. It has stained wood slat walls and very old water drums in it. It even has a hidden stair case in it. The foot of the staircase has been sealed off by a wall that was put up to enlarge the downstairs bathroom. The staircase to nowhere. The attic suits me though. Somewhat mysterious and private and safe.
So now that this blog is semi going underground, I will be writing here more often. Nothing I write here will be of any use to anyone, but me. I am really glad I started this blog now. I will be here writing and practicing my writing more here.