Blogging, Before Computers

When I was in grade school, my mother had my brother and I each write a page-length essay every school day. (Yes, we were homeschooled.) She had these wide-ruled pages with no notebook holes in them. I don't know where she found them.

Anyway, this quickly became my favorite part of the school day. Only if I was really in a hurry, or running out of things to say, did I confine myself to one *side* of the page.

Usually I wrote fiction, continuing sagas about people usually named either Captain or Smith (sometimes both). There were usually space ships involved, and landings-on-planets, and explorations. (Influenced by Star Trek? Nah. --Well, of course they were. But... usually the ships were a one-man-is-the-pilot deal, carrying an uncooperative gaggle of passengers, or, more boringly, cargo. The ship was almost always in need of repairs, which weren't forthcoming. Yes, duct tape was occasionally involved.)

But sometimes I wrote nonfiction -- "posts" about the day, and what happened. My brother sometimes said, "Nothing happened today! I don't have anything to write about."

But I was always like, "What do you mean?" It seemed like I never ran out of things to say. Even the most boring day offered something of interest.

I susect that is what this will be like. Although I may not write every day, I will never run out of things to say.

Such is life. And such was life, in the days of blogging before computers. (Well, before I had much use for the computer, anyway.)