Just a Little Nervous

Ok, so now I have to watch what I wrote. Before, not so much, actually. Sure my mom was reading whatever I wrote, but I didn't write anything too incriminating. I think. And even if I did I don't think it should count because she would have gotten the information illegaly anyway. She didn't read me my Miranda Rights. But I don't usually write anything in here that could get me in trouble.

But now I have a professional writer watching over my shoulder. Yes, in a crazy chain of events my grandmother has now found my blog. Sure, that doesn't bother me, I'll still write as normally would. But come on. She's a professional writer. She has books published for crying out loud. How can I compete with that? I can't, and that's why I stick to Blogger. It's that simple.

But still, in the back of my mind it's still there that she is reading it and she is a more experienced writer than I am. And I know there are some spelling mistakes in this blog. I'm not perfect. And I probably overuse the comma. And maybe I shouldn't be using the contractions. And I wouldn't think of stuff like that normally. (Ok, that's not true. I have been told I use waaaay too many commas. That I need to stop. Shhh.) But with a professional writer reading this? That's too much pressure. I don't know if I can deal with it.

Ah, who am I kidding. I don't care. She can read everything and anything she wants, that's why this is here. For everyone to know how I'm doing and that I'm still alive. Now about those pictures...