Received word from a few different people (friends and family) that they're actually reading these little posts. This delights me to no end, let me tell you.

I mentioned to my wife today that the tone of this blogger doesn't really sound like me, though. I find myself self-censoring somewhat, even in the few posts I've written thusfar. Not that I'm usually a foul-mouthed git, but, let's face it, I'm a slightly different me when talking to my wife as opposed to my colleagues, as opposed to my friends, as opposed to my pastor, as opposed to my mother... and so on. I find myself trying not to type anything that might embarrass my family, especially, which tends to dillute my thoughts.

As just about everyone close to me knows, I have a rather unhealthy fixation with the author Neil Gaiman, who provides his own blogger on his official site (read by thousands daily). I find myself trying to mimic the tone and warmth of his posts, which is very nice I suppose, but it's not always me. As with all my writing, I guess I'll find my own voice eventually.

(And speaking of Neil, I had the good fortune of meeting him last year, and even persuaded him to do a little self-portrait for me at his book signing. His assistant snapped a picture of it and posted it to Neil's website. It can be viewed here, for anyone who's interested.)