E-Shack in the making

This is not my first attempt at starting blogs.

I had visions of grandeur when I attempted my first blog. With these hands, I would take this lump of clay (my life, my ideas, all the voices in my head) and carve/mold figures and works that would rivals Michealangelo’s David and those scribbles that Leonardo did in his spare time. But alas, all I would end up with was a pile of goo with less potential than my neighbour’s three-year-olds ear wax dolls (He later improved his designs with strategically placed belly button lint).

I think part of the problem was performance anxiety. I was under the incorrect assumption that anything I published on the information superhighway had to be glorious, original, a veritable eMansion of knowledge and inspiration. And all I had was an eShack. An eShanty-town with its open eGutters and little eRats scurrying all over the place..Yup, me special place on the information super highway.

e-Shack A metaphor that implies this blogger has the writing skills of a 2 year old chipmunk and still wants to contribute to the blogsphere

I realized that the blog’s goal should’nt be about the reader. I should be about me! As Kelly says in Beverly Hills 90210, I choose me!!.

I can't guarantee this won't be the beginning of e-Favela, but lets see where this goes.