Blog Minded

I am torn by my desire to write, the sheer force of not being motivated to write, and the fear of dominating our book group blogging space. We (said book group) are treading into unknown territory, looking over the edge, dipping our toes in and scrunching our faces at the temperature of the water. I am aware and sensitive to the fact that my New York-loud-mouthed opinions are often not that interesting, and that my desire for our blog to be a successful representation and history for our group…may be mine alone. So I’m wading in, with my pasty winter skin exposed, wishing I had kept my resolution to finally put the book down and get some damn exercise. Actually, I didn’t make that resolution, but I do wish I had shaved my legs.