When bloggers explain why they blog or complain about blogging, I tune out. Reminds me of the dreadful '80s radio songs whining about how hard it is to be a rock star.
I think of my blog as either a conversation with my RevGalBlogPals or like a newspaper we wrote in pencil as kids to hand to our Moms or sibs. Blogs just are. I blog because I enjoy it.
Because of the hurricane, I blog to whine, weep and Lord I don't know. My family is alive. My church is standing. Congregation is accounted for, mostly. I have a home standing on the Gulf Coast.
I'm so durn sad. So worn out with the suffering down there. Not tired of caring but desparate with grief for the losses around me. I'm not there. I'm up here.
I can't get away (nor would I want to get away, really) from the loss, grief, horror of storm deaths, destroyed homes, orphaned children, dead pets.....
I'll be talking about this for a long time. I'm not asking your permission to continue. I'm just telling you what I'll be doing. I think you may wish to read other blogs about other topics than katrina aftermath.