Well, here it is, my new website, at least in its first version.  I rather like it.  It seems very me somehow, green and leafy and pre-Raphaelite.  It’s also much easier to update, so I can let you know what I’m doing now.  For the old website, I actually wrote the HTML, which was certainly worth learning, but it’s nice not to have to do that.

It will take a while to get used to this new blog, and since this site is not yet on my own domain, I feel as though I’m writing to myself.  Who’s out there reading this?  But I’m sure you all will find your way here eventually.

I’ve used my blog for a variety of purposes in the past, but I think that from now on, I’m going to use it specifically to write about the Writing Life, meaning my life as a writer, the struggles and sometimes depressing aspects of it, and also the joy (because there’s a great deal of joy as well).  I’m going to continue writing bits of stories, the way I did on my old blog, so you’ll hear more about Mother Night and the Gentleman and Mrs. Moth and Emily Gray and Hyacinth.  I do like writing about them.

This is part of the writing life too, creating a space for yourself on the internet.  (Any writer who thinks she doesn’t need to do that is kidding herself.  If you’re not willing to put yourself out there, to become a part of the community of writers and, more importantly, readers, you may as well give up now.  I know this is a controversial statement, but if you don’t want your writing to be read and recognized, if you don’t want to communicate, why are you doing this?)

So here I am, getting used to a new blog, feeling strange at first. But it will get more familiar with time and postings.

Soon, back to my story . . .