Rebel without a blog

You gotta blog, you know? Really, everybody is doing it and for once, it’s OK to be doing what everyone else is doing.



No blog? Get one. What a great way to blah, blah, blah your life for the rest of us to yadda, yadda, yadda about. For writers, it’s critical, IMHO.



Readers love to know more about their favorite author, or the author of a book they just read. Bloggin gives them reason to visit your site over and over. Then, when a new release comes out, they have car keys in hand, on their way out to B & N, or zipping over to Amazon.com.



I’ve been a blogger since I was a preteen. I had a little girl’s diary at the age of seven which I wrote in often. By the time I was a teen, I blogged, ooops, journaled several times a week if not daily. Now I have opportunity to share my life with the world. Yippy for you.



I wouldn’t have wanted to cyber blog during my teens and twenties, really. My personal thoughts and feelings out there for everyone to read. Yowza.



But really, get a blog. Don’t be a rebel. 😉



Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! My mother-in-law called up the stairs this morning, “Rachel, look outside.” Big white snowflakes were coming down. I shoved Tony out of bed to the tune of “do I have to?” and made him boot up and go outside for a photo op. I haven’t seen snow since November of ’97 when Laura, Esther, Cassie and I trekked to Poughkeepsi with woman named Judy. (“Hey, can you tell me how to get to Broadway?”) Oh man, too funny. We laughed so hard. Anyway, we lead worship at a Woman’s weekend at the River Church. It snowed one afternoon. The ladies blamed me. I didn’t mind, but if you actually think I have that kind of power… ha!



Meeting Beka. Tony and I drove down to Shelbyville to meet with Beka, Josh, Caleb and Elizabeth for dinner. Chuck didn’t feel well, so he stayed home. We missed him. But the kids are doing well. When I first held Elizabeth she looked at me so intent like, “You seem familiar, but you’re not my mommy.” Anyway, we had a nice time. Drove home in a fresh snow fall, stopped at Barnes & Noble ’cause I needed a new writing-ideas notebook and now we are home.



The writer’s life. It’s a hard life, but a good one. So full of doubt, but I have to believe that the Lord is leading me. Amen and amen. Blog that.