And how laborious it was - learning Fireworks, Dreamweaver, ACDSee, checking links, stopping the software using absolute rather than relative paths... Lord, Lord. And blogger gives you all that with a few clicks; it's a bit straight-line, but it does not get in the way of getting pen to paper. Or print to whoever might want to read it.
It may be that one person, it may be millions (unlikely) who read this... I don't care, because I learnt when publishing a 'zine, that the act of writing, more subtly than you realize, is a voyage through your own mind. You may go places, see things, taste things, but when you report them to other people they come through the filters of your own senses, preconceptions and paraphernalia of consciousness (more or less approximate after 4 glasses of wine). The point of saying this is that: looking through some back issues of my 'zine, held on line by some public-spirited souls, I realised that what you write is a snapshot of what sits at the heart of the filters at that time and place. Not only for other people, but also for yourself once you are transmuted by the passage of time.
In a very real sense, although we make fleeting contact, we bloggers are as much intranauts as we are voyaging to other people, should we realise it.
*This now languishes partly because of Orange [spit] freezing the old Freeserve addresses and, what's worse, not allowing edits so you can't even put a link to the new site! I only found that out after deleting the content (it allows that, ho yus) to create space for links to my new site, which I wasn't able then to make! (For those that haven't a phrase for the above, it's the style of writing called "stream of unconsciousness".)
