Self I Think Thou Dost Thinketh Too Much

Do you suppose writing is the result of reading or the other way around?

Now tell me that's not a chicken/egg argument.

This happens to me every single day. I read good stuff. Tonight it was fellow 'boxer Shalovee's Blog chronicling her meeting with Wil up in Portland. Is it freakin' hilarious. Sorry Shalovee, but it is! I totally felt for her embarassment but at the same time, I sat here in front of my computer with both hands clapped over my mouth to keep from giggling out loud and waking up everybody else in the house. I read her entry and immediately wanted to write something cool myself.

The best blogging, I have found, comes not from trying to be cool but from being real--something I am trying to do here and keep getting lost in the ever philosophical waxing of my own cranium. So from here on out, I am going to have a new motto. It comes from that oh so cheesy but loveable Dance flick, Center Stage.

Don't lie. I know you saw it twelve times. I am totally ripping off this line, so my apologies to the writers, but this is what I tell fellow bloggers when they drown in their own self doubt:

Whatever you're feeling, just blog it.

Barfing may commence. But are you barfing because it's cheesy or because it's true?