I've always been vaguely interested in the online journals of others and so will graze on them if something happens to catch my eye. As for my lackluster keeping of my own online journal (my husband hates the word blog and so I try very hard not to use it, unless, like with the title I'm just plain feeling lazy) I find I have very little to say that would interest others.

Which is why it amazes me when I see some of the things that are out there. Neil Gaiman, for example, manages to be both entertaining and startlingly down-to-earth given a schedule that would send most mere mortals into the nearest bar, or under the nearest bed depending on their age and proclivities. And often his discussions aren't about the glamour of junkets and press parties, though there is some of that, but about ordinary, endearing little things like chipmunks.

In this case a chipmunk in his drainage pipe that he is doing everything in his power to remove safely. Being a rampant animal lover, I, of course, want to do everything I can to encourage such behavior.

Then there is Nancy's blog which is usually short and often though-provoking and deals a lot with the methods and madness of writers.

I guess it's not fair to compare my pitiful little bl-online journal with those of people who are so much more successful, not to mention just plain interesting, but it does make me long to be wittier.

Alas, I will have to settle for being wordy, though only in this format. My stories are never long enough.