When I named my blog "Musings of a Serial Lurker", I thought it would make the perfect place for hiding out from the world of internet, the terrifying place where you're dragged into the open, kicking and screaming.

I wasn't expecting it to become another place that I would lurk in.

The problem with writing a blog, I think, is that this terrifying white box needs to be filled, and yet my life is so dull I have nothing to fill it with. Unless, that is, people find this sort of thing interesting.

"Got up at 10 am this morning and, as usual, checked my Farmville. Nothing had happened, predictably, so hung out on the internet for the rest of the day, not entirely sure what I was hoping to do. Got some writing done."

No? Funny, that.

So, in order that I don't have to go through all this again some other time, here's me.

Me

Singing in the rain. Dancing in the rain. Acting like a fool, and then grinning like an idiot at the people who stop to gawp. Confusing people by using strange words from Yellerbelly land. The words "nebby", "yarniarni", "yawps". Stars. As in, stars in the sky, not celeb stars. Writing to penpals, writing to nobody, writing little post-it notes to me. Writing stories, and then hiding them from other people. Drawing silly faces on other people's notebooks. Taking photos in public, but pretending not to be so as to escape stupid people who might accuse me of paedophilia or terrorism. Shopping.