years old. I’m almost beginning to feel like an old hand at this. And you know what? When I have to fill in stupid forms these days I very occasionally list myself as a writer. Just to annoy them a little, you understand. But it beats housewife. Or home maker.
Two years ago I thought I was jumping on the bandwagon a little late, but this January it looked like an awful lot of people had ‘Start a blog’ as their New Year’s resolution. And some of them did, and have made it to my bookmarked blogs list. It’s alarmingly long, this list, and I have had to prune and reorganise a little.
The nicest thing about all this, are the people I have met. Most of you I only see vague shadows of, and some leave comments, and some find themselves having to put the kettle on. But the idea of six degrees of separation feels likelier than ever. I feel I know people everywhere. A few years ago there was a programme on television about someone who tried to meet up with some random person in Mongolia. At the time I reckoned I could have got there faster, but blogging adds a dimension or two.
Now, when I need to find an answer to something, I’ve got a good idea of who to ask. You are a very useful lot, you know. But above all, you are nice.
Some of the new bloggers I mentioned are Laurie Frost, whose blog I’ll write more about in the next few days. Stephen Booth is finding time to blog, as well as everything else he does. Lucy Coats added her own blog to her daily regime, after finding blogging with the Awfully Big Blog Adventure so good she had to have more. The witch family has the blogger with a difference, with Daughter doing her Astronomy GCSE online, so that the teachers can keep track of her work. Sara Paretsky I have linked to before, and she continues with her mix of politics and V I Warshawski. Reg Keeland who translated Stieg Larsson has also been seduced into blogging, and as languages are my interest too, I call in every so often.
Bookwitch’s little sister Culture is still a toddler, but doing well. Today I suggest you click here for some Heavy Metal. Yes, I never thought I’d say that, being thoroughly old and boring, but I saw this wonderful film about Canadian band Anvil the other day, and while you wait for its general release you can do worse than read what Culture wrote.
My dual personalities are beginning to take their toll now, so I’m off to dream about cake. Should be able to manage two candles.
And did I mention how lovely you all are?