I had insomnia last fall so I spent most of the nights surfing the net. One night, at about 2 a.m., I came across a very interesting blog and decided I too want to start my “blogging career” because I've always loved to write. I immediately set up an account (so that I wouldn’t change my mind by morning) and Crazy Thoughts were born.At first I thought my blog would be some kind of a diary and that I would write it every day, which I actually did, at least at the start. I didn’t have a “normal” kind of diary in mind – the kind of diary where you describe your day and your feelings about things that happened that day. That’s not my cup of tea, believe me I know since I tried it a couple of times. I probably still have my old diaries somewhere; maybe I should look for them. At each attempt of writing a diary I bought a brand new beautiful (sometimes even shiny) diary and they all had locks and stuff that comes with them. But after a week or so I figured out that writing a diary is not very interesting and I stopped writing it (it seemed much more interesting on TV).
So, no, my blog wasn’t meant to be that kind of a diary. I’m trying to figure out what I really wanted to do with it at the beginning but I honestly can’t recall.
Since I started blogging I “met” a couple of wonderful people (one of them is most definitively GoofyGirl) and I’m very happy that they like to read my posts (or at least pretend to) and that they comment on my blog so often. I enjoy being a part of the “blogging community” where I get support and inspiration for writing.
I can’t recall what my blog was meant to be at the beginning but I know what it is today. It is some sort of book where I’m the main character and the writer at the same time. It's a place where I can truly be who I am, where I don’t have to pretend and hold myself back. It is a place where I can release my imagination and make up stories about random people I saw on the bus or about people who exist only in my mind.