Chapter One: Welcome To The Blogisphere

Dear Reader,

Here begins my blogging chapter. I will be the first to admit that I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing, however I know that I have always loved writing and so begins the blog.
I'm new to this, so be kind. It's rather more public than the short stories that I write in my little green book next to the bed, but maybe this is more similar than I think. Maybe I'll post one or two of my short stories, if I feel brave enough.
There's something rather Carrie Bradshaw about all of this, maybe we're all secretly hoping that someone will read our blog and sweep us up to become the next brilliantly clever and witty columnist in The Times...
I have yet to decide what I may write about in the coming posts but I imagine it will be a mix of seriousness, silliness quite probably mixed in with too long a sentences and a little nonsense. All of which I hope you, dear reader, will enjoy.

Fingers crossed.

And if you do happen to be reading this and work for The Times...Hi, Im Suzie and I would love to be your new columnist. (Worth a shot, no?)

SP.

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