There is nothing more scary than the pristine white emptiness of a blog’s first post.
It’s been a while since I was churning out my thoughts in the various incarnations of “Where the Fatdog Walks” in what now seems a previous life. I found it easier to write in those days. Maybe it was the endorphin rush of reaching all those mountain summits that kept me on a constant high…or maybe I have just become that wee bit lazier in my advancing years. 😎