A few years ago … four to be exact … I got an idea. My kids were considerably younger, seven and ten, and thus my life ran at a very different pace. I had an idea to nurture my writing and decided to start a blog. I never mentioned it to anyone. ANYONE. And I only wrote one entry.

What a quitter.

The funny thing is … I was just thinking about that old blog recently and wondering if I could track it down on the information superhighway. My head was swimming with questions about it.

Would it still be there?

Would it be at all interesting … relevant … and similar to me now?

And would anyone (anyone???) have stopped by to say hello?

The answers are yes. Yes, yes, yes. And a big … fat … deafening NO!

Still, *I* enjoyed reading it. I expected to cringe at my thoughts, my word choices and my jokes … much like I do with some of my early entries here at ODNT. But I didn’t. I actually liked how I wrote it. Honest and simple. With such a clean, legible design. (Spoiler Alert – this website hopes to be a lot less GREEN in 2014. And, by that, I mean in color. Not that I’m going to start burning fluorocarbons and switch to aerosol deodorant.) And I entertained a lot of names for it. Many of which (shhh!) I like much better than the one I’m using now. So many people find my current blog for all the wrong reasons. (Sigh)

Anyway, it’s just a little glimpse into who I was … four years ago today … that I forgot about until very recently. That blog has never been listed on any directories. It’s never been nominated or won any writing or blogger awards. It’s never even been read by anyone else. Until today.

Wanna see? It’s called Playing it by Ear. But the URL is actually my name. Why it isn’t the name of the blog, I cannot tell you. I had no idea what I was doing that afternoon. And I wonder what I should do with it now.

The woman who was writing to you then. Her hair is two-toned, she exercised more and her babies were both still considerably smaller than she. Plus, she’s in London. (I hate her!)

Happy New Year, ODNT & PIBE readers!

(Wow. That new acronym is one letter off from being really, really gross.)