Well, I'm here and apparently quirky

I'm not much of a blogger.

I was never much good at keeping up with a journal, and I view blogs in the same vein.

But whereas a lovestruck teen would hide a journal from the prying eyes of siblings (and possibly parents), a blog is out there for everyone to read.

Not just family and possibly a best friend, but people you've never met, never would meet, and probably wouldn't like if you did.

Although you might. I finished reading a book by Brent Weeks last night. As I wasn't quite ready to go to sleep, I read the acknowledgements, which were more interesting than the usual variety.

At the end, there was a paragraph that made me smile.

"You do realize that the only people who usually read acknowledgements are looking for their own name, right? If you're quirky enough to read acknowledgements without knowing the author, you and I are going to get along fine."

So that's me. Quirky.

Apparently.

S.