I am keeping a blog in order to improve my literary skills.
when I read what I post I can see that I have miles to go before I can look with any pride on what I have written. When I was a child I read a lot and I mean a lot and I had fantasies of being a writer. But writing is much, much harder than one can imagine. I did write a few poems and started several short stories which I never did finish. I kept them in a notebook for years then finally threw them out. I wish now that I had saved my efforts because now I can barely remember what I wrote about. I just know that my efforts were pitiful. But at least I did try. Who knows I might try again.