Where I usually blather

A few years ago, I started to keep an online book journal. I had intended to write about every single book I read and keep a record of every book I bought. I really haven't made great strides toward accomplishing that goal, but I at least remember to write down the title of most of the books that I read. Now when I'm trying to remember the title of that book that had the magic dollhouse in it, I can look it up in the journal.

Yes, I read books with magic dollhouses in them.
So?

About three months ago, I decided to start a blog. It's not that I feel I have anything interesting to say... it's more that I spend a good part of the day by myself, with this running commentary in my head and I thought that maybe if I wrote it down someplace that ostensibly could be read by other people, then maybe I would feel less like I'm just talking to myself all of the time and less like I am actually going crazy.
And yes, the running commentary in my head uses a lot of run-on sentences.

Now, I am very shy, and frequently do not say anything to anyone. I may have something in my head that I think I maybe should say, but then I think about it some more and decide that no one really wants to hear what I have to say.
Plus, in the past, when I have thrown caution to the wind and actually said something, I frequently end up saying it too softly, so the person I'm speaking to has to ask what I said and they lean in trying to hear me and are totally focused on me (and trying to act patient with the social moron [me] standing in front of them) and that is the point that I realize that what I said wasn't nearly that interesting and I sure as hell don't want to say it again now and I really wish the ground would just open and swallow me.

But, I shouldn't have that kind of problem with a blog that I don't tell anyone about, right?

right.

As soon as I sit down at the computer to blog some of the stuff the voices in my head said during the day, I start thinking, "None of this is that interesting. I don't think I should talk about that," and then I end up with no blog post.
Also, as of late, a good portion of my running commentary has been complaining. I am not pleased with the way my life is going, and I spend a lot of time bitching and moaning to myself. I originally thought I would just go with that - make a blog of complaining, kind of like my old diary, but in a form that's less likely to be accidentally found by my kids. But I thought it was kind of boring. Same old, same old.

So now I post sporadically, sometimes complaining, sometimes about other stuff.
And I got a new blog here, because God knows I need one more place to not post to regularly.
Because I am the queen of indecisiveness, I can't decide whether to keep them all or try to consolidate into one. And I don't expect to make a decision anytime soon.

Here's my complaining (or not) blog: Water Through A Frozen Pipe