After a couple of days and exactly three postings, I have come to the conclusion that blogging is not for me. So here I am again, like it or not. Just when you thought you'd seen the last of me, I'm back to clog up your mailbox.

The deal is the same as before: you don't like it, either bin it or, better yet, let me know and I'll remove your name from this mailing list.

I thought about it, but I'm still not quite sure why I didn't take to blogging. Twice today I went to my blog and tried to post something but what I was writing just didn't click; it felt so empty. Sorry to be sentimental, but it did feel like a mother staring at the empty crib of an infant who'd passed away.

A friend pointed out that what I've been doing is exactly the same thing. Technically this is true, yet somehow it's not exactly the same. Sending e-mails directly is more personal, I feel, like I am addressing someone. Blogging, on the other hand, is like broadcasting. The difference to me is that one feels more intimate than the other.