Blogging is really kind of a wild thing. I’ve been doing this for 5 years now…seems like I just started yesterday too. Most of the time I love it. Some of the time it’s a real pain in the butt. It gets hard when we go on a vacation because it’s like having a dog or something, it has to be cared for when we’re away. It needs to be fed…sort of. What really needs to happen is that posts need to be written and to tell you the truth I sure as heck don’t have time to write a bunch of extra posts. Honestly, the whole process is sort of a stream of consciousness kind of exercise anyway for me. I used to make an attempt at writing about local new and stuff around town but I think the Patch does it better as does Alexa over at The Lagoonian so I threw in the towel. I know real estate so I keep it to that.
Of course the problem with that is there’s only so many posts about the wildly poor level of inventory that anybody can write. There’s so few houses that come up it’s not even worth mentioning them or displaying them. Look! A St Tropez came up on Hatteras! Oh, boy! It also doesn’t help that I’ve been as busy as I’ve ever been this year and that really distracts from writing. Once you start one of these things you’re really sort of a slave to it. The best part about it though is that it’s actually fun to do. It’s sort of like therapy. I get to dump a lot about stuff…and that actually does me a lot of good. So thanks for listening. Also, thanks for not charging me for listening!