I am often told I am too picky. In fact, my best friend refuses to take movie suggestions from me because she says I tear apart perfectly good movies. Personally, I don’t know what they’re talking about.

Therefore, when a fellow author said I should start a blog I argued till I was blue in the face. Obviously, she won after much persuasion, or pushing depending on who’s telling the story.

So here I am blogging against my will. I’m not sure there are many bloggers out there claiming to be doing it under duress. I may honestly be the only one. And I’m okay with that.

Now Mark Twain once said, “Let us not be too particular. It is better to have old second-hand diamonds than none at all.” And I think he’s on to something. Sadly, I’m not very good at restraining my pickiness. It just comes out whether I’m tearing a movie apart or suggesting the greatest book to a friend—everything is hot or cold. Perhaps, if I can pour all my fastidiousness into this blog I will find more diamonds in my life.

To those who choose to read my verbal rampaging, you’re in for a rare treat—like a polar bear dipped in chocolate. Tasty… but it just might bite your head off.