Technically, it's a THIRD attempt, because just as I had finished up the entire post (and it was a long one!) and pressed 'Save blog entry', my browser timed out...
Yes, indeed. Firefox ate my blog post. Don't you hate it when that happens? After Firefox devoured it, no amount of back arrowing OR cursing was able to 'save blog entry'. Grrr.
Anyway, so here goes again:
Yesterday, I received the MDL newsletter via e-mail. As I was reading Townboy's praise of the ideas generated by the MDL community, something else on the page caught my eye. A name in the 'Writers that Rock' box looked vaguely familiar...
Yes, okay. So I'm a bit slow on the uptake. More so when I am in a state of happy shock!
Seriously, I was speechless! And rendering me speechless? That takes some doing, I assure you.
I've no idea who to thank for the honour. Actually, I am convinced that it was all just a big mistake. That my name slipped in their accidentally, due to a technical oversight or an administrative glitch or something. So I'll just keep quiet about it right now before they realise their mistake and promptly remove me, forever banishing me back to the dark shadows of blogging obscurity.
And I know all about blogging obscurity! You see, despite being a newbie here at MDL, I am not new to the world of blogging. As I'm writing this, I am actually cheating on my other long-time blog
. So I know how difficult it is to not only get yourself noticed out there in the vast (and rapidly expanding) blogosphere, but to build up and retain a loyal readership. After about three years of blogging, I still only have a handful of readers, and most of them are (sadly) figments of my imagination. The other two are members of my immediate family who only read my drivel under duress.
So the fact that real people are actually reading what I have written here at MDL?!? Wow, how awesomely addictive! Be warned though, because this bit of (undeserved) attention is making me so giddy, I might just be encouraged to write even more! So you might very well be creating a monster...
Speaking of monsters, that reminds me: I set out writing this so that I could reintroduce myself.
So hi. Again. I'm Redsaid. The red refers to the colour of my hair and not, I assure you, to a fiery temper. Because apart from getting riled up by the likes of Telkom, capped Internet in general, browsers timing out when one tries to post a long blog post, and general injustice in the world, I am really rather docile.
Oh, and that little generic avatar above my name? The pink round head with the question mark across the face on top of the round blue circle? It looks EXACTLY like me. Seriously, it's an uncanny resemblance. Especially the bulbous body shape. The only thing that is inaccurate is that my own head is actually filled with unruly, long red hair. But other than that, spot on. So I'm not even going to bother putting up a different photograph!
What else? I am too young to be a wunderkind
or a protégé, and yet too old to be wise. And that is just one of many, many conundrums in my life!
I have recently repatriated to South Africa after spending almost a decade in the States. Over there I occupied myself by going out with American boys and by surfing the uncapped, unlimited Internet (that same Internet I have previously waxed lyrical about) with wild abandon.
Despite dating one of the above-mentioned American boys for a very, very long time, I came back to South Africa alone. So yep, now I'm still a single girl. Tell all your single male friends! No, just sort of joking. I am all 'boyfriended out' for the time being.
I LOVE books and reading. Yes, I know that the two seem redundant, but I've recently met a few people who use books just as ornaments to lend atmosphere to a room. Oh, the blasphemy!
I am a coffee addict and an insomniac, two conditions that have NOTHING to do with one another, honestly! (And that doctor who claimed that they were was just a quack anyway!)
One affliction I happily suffer from is a complete and utter love for writing. (It's such a pity that having a passion for something doesn't necessarily make you good at it, though!) I am truly at my happiest when I have a pen in my hand (or a computer keyboard under my fingers), a dog curled up by my feet (LOVE dogs... the bigger the better), a large mug of strong, hot filter coffee within reach and some jazz hopping bee-bobbing from the speakers.
Of course, having an adoring
guy nearby won't hurt either! Oh, right, yes. I'm all 'boyfriended out'.
Still, a girl can dream, no?
I'm looking forward to getting to know all of you as well!