… or rather my very fist weblog.
It is winter and a new year has just started but it’s not really cold and the white snow I like so much is nowhere to be seen. At least not outside my window or on my way to work. The last couple of days my head has been full of ideas I wanted to put into action and thoughts I feared would get lost the second I thought them out. I think to some extend it was this fear that gave birth to the idea of starting a blog … you know … a weblog.
Am I a little nervous? Most certainly, yes!
Is it because I’m writing in a language that I wasn’t taught primarily by my parents (also known as mother tongue) but by a teacher or rather a hand full of teachers over the course of the years? Maybe, yes.
But for the most part it’s because this here at hand … this very blog is exposed to that big world full of potential readers and therefore critics. One of whom is a dear friend of mine. I don’t know why especially he comes to my mind right now but never mind. For the moment and a name’s sake let us call him Mr. F. You could say he’s one of the strong-willed kind of guy who’s also not shy of speaking his mind. I do like him and sometimes just a little do fear his criticism as well. I really think that is mutual though. But now to the point. I hope you all together with Mr. F. won’t be too harsh on my grammar and spelling. I think there wouldn’t be any real benefit in correcting me anyhow. Probably that’s just the last bit of unease that speaks here. You guys wouldn’t be harsh on anything here anyway I guess.
All kinds of other comments, thoughts and opinions however are hereby highly welcomed.
But why again do I opt for this language if I’m a native German speaker?