It's the day after Christmas, and I am goofing off.
I'm not entirely certain where I'm headed with this blog. I'm not going to make any promises, but since I practically live on the internet [...] maybe we can have a little fun here. Maybe I'll end up posting regularly and maybe once in a while I'll even manage to write something witty or profoundly insightful. You never know.
There was a little more, and then I concluded with this:
Of course it's not strictly true, that part about there being no rules. There are rules, as we all know. And it's important that we learn them. In order that our enjoyment may be heightened when we choose to break them.
I was discussing something along those lines just yesterday with my 22-year-old son [...] and I commented that since I am 48-1/2 years old and a published romance novelist, it is my right to be as eccentric as I want.
"Nay," my son the genius contradicted, "it's your responsibility."
Absolutely. So this is me, celebrating my eccentricity with a brand-new weblog. Welcome to my world.
Later that day, I posted my second and third blog entries, which included these two photographs. Click on them to enlarge them; the tree has "diamonds" in it and the iced rose hips are quite beautiful.
Thanks for reading NRJW, folks. And a special thanks to everyone who has taken the time to leave comments here. Your insights and your silliness are a huge part of what has made blogging so much fun.