Blogging – sharing thoughts, information, hints and humourous musings with other like minded people. Sounds great, like an online notebook – of which I have hundreds. What a simply super idea I thought.

It should also put paid to purchasing notebooks (of which I have something of a fetish). I can continue to scribble my thoughts, won’t be lured into purchasing ludicrous numbers of notebooks, which in turn means I won’t have to find more boxes to store any more. Terrific.

So how do you go about this blogging thingy-ma-jig? Get notebook and make a list of things to search on t’internet. Blogs; what is blogging; how do I get myself one of these darn blogs?; easy to use technology-stuff for idiots to create a blog.

Quick jaunt around cyber space reveals, on all relevant search engines, WordPress is what’s all about. Great, sign me up and let’s get writing.

Zoom forward five, gruelling, hours three weeks. Writing consists of several gouged doodles on aforementioned notebook. Particularly impressed with ‘blogs are evil motif’.

Five hours plopped in front of laptop and I feel I am no further forward. I have a blog. Not sure where it is – it keeps moving, or appearing to move, but not where I want it. Pages aren’t named what I want them to be and I am not a happy bunny.

I’ve chain smoked my way through a packed of cigarettes, had two bathroom breaks and although currently the fridge is only feet from my desk, have not ventured near it and feel now I don’t have the energy to.

Notepad is full of scribblings, though not sure what most of it means as it was written while keeping a beady eye on the laptop screen in case ‘the blog’ disapeared again. From what I can make out I have to tag something in a cloud, nail something to a post and permafrost will do the rest.

Frustrated does not even cover the level of emotion emanating from me to battered laptop.