Is there anybody out there?

OK, so I'm about ten posts into this blog, and I'm wondering if it's worth the effort. It is an effort! I don't have particularly good writing skills, and my spelling is terrible. I have to use spell check and a dictionary I have downloaded on my computer. Sometimes my spelling is so far off the mark that my dictionary and spellcheck can't even make a suggestion. I'm sure I'm getting abbreviations all wrong. I've had a copy of "The Elements of Style" for twenty years, and I'm sure it will help as soon as I get around to reading it. (By the way, how do you underline titles on a computer?) There's also the embarrassment factor. Putting posts on line is like being approached by a channel nine news anchor. You know you are about to be exposed as an ignorant redneck with bad grammar and bad teeth. I think my friends may be avoiding me.
"Have you read my blog?" I ask. "No, I've been so busy, I have not had time." or "can't talk now see you later." My coffee klatch buddies begin every sentence with. "Don't quote me on this."

On the other hand, putting pen to paper, or index finger to key, does have its' rewards. It gives me an opportunity to be much more precise about what I believe and what I want to say. Casual conversation is usually so rushed that it is difficult to make a point, or to give a thoughtful reply.
I think that if you could go back and read a transcript of most group dialogue, you would find it, not banal exactly, but somewhat naked. It would be like watching closed captioning on TV, without the picture. Writing, even at this level, has the feel of learning to paint or to carve a bird out of a piece of wood. A little primitive, but with a little time and effort, maybe something a bit more graceful.

I hope someone finds the time to read these posts, and maybe to carve out a comment.