Blogging

 I am new to blogging, and I have been thinking about the technology, and process of blogging quite a bit. My dad was a writer, and I remember him spending endless hours with a typewriter, and yellow legal pads writing and rewriting, surrounded by dictionaries and thesauruses. He would submit his work to an editor, view galleys, and order a number of volumes printed. After his death my sisters and I cleaned out his home, and found boxes of his books that had never sold.
 Writing this blog gives me the opportunity to synthesize some of the random thoughts that float around in my head while my fingers are busy with a needle. It gives me the opportunity to put into words the satisfaction that I have found in my career as a dressmaker and to share some of the tricks that I have learned along the way. 
 Blogging means that anyone with an internet connection can write anything and send it out to the world with no editing. It means that my musings have found their way to a lovely seamstress in Western Australia. She writes me emails about my posts.(Hi, Chris!) I love that connection.
  It also is apparent  that the process of writing is a useful exercise even if nobody reads what I write.It forces reflection, and the taming of stream of consciousness.  It must be why my father continued to sit at his desk and write despite those boxes of unsold books at his feet.