Beginnings

It seems that one can hardly avoid the charm of blogging if one is a writer. After all, it is the writer's dream to be read (what is the point of being a writer if no one is to read what one has written?), and there is no better medium for a writer to be read than the internet. Apparently, I, too, am susceptible to this chance of being read. I don't know if anyone will actually read a thing I write, but one can never know these things. I suppose if I post some really deep, insightful or meaningful things, people will be interested in reading, but I'm not really sure if I have it in me to write really deep things. But like I said, one can never be sure of these things. Of course, just writing such a simple introduction to a blog is far from likely to attract anyone of any importance. And, as certain people are so fond of reminding me-one must be careful on the internet. Political correctness is important, because one can never be sure of these things-anyone can read what you post. Anyone. A future boss. A college admissions officer. Hopefully, I haven't overstepped any bounds in this, my very first blog post. But one can never be sure of these things.