Hey babe, it’s the 4th of July and let’s start off with a bang.
Or not. Taking Muriel Spark’s advice (and wildly out of context), I’ll begin worse than I mean to go on. That’s not a choice. Despite all claims that this software is easy to use, I have no idea what I’m doing, on the technical side of things. No doubt, the look will change someday as I figure things out (I have managed to add an image and a serif typeface, so I’m hopeful). One day, you’ll come to the site and it will look completely different. And then different again. Pretty soon, I’ll be having a clothes crisis in type, standing in front of this mirror and wondering, “Does this font make me look fat”?
And I am also beginning worse than I mean to go on because it’s taking me two freakin’ months to get up the courage to start posting, while the words pile up in my head. I feel as though I’m about to make a phone call—something that I’m phobic about and that has occasionally (like this, and also I’m not lying) taken me more than two months to work up to. Unlike phone calls, I’m hoping that having got one awkward toe into water, I will slip back into daily writing like a released fish.
Deep breath.
Oh, and about the name. For all you Latin-speaking smartasses out there, I know it’s grammatically incorrect. I will not use expletives in this, my first outing, but for all you Latin-speaking smartasses out there…you know.