I never really thought of myself as a writer. I've written in diaries all my life, but for no one else but me. I've written papers for all sorts of classes, but just to complete an assignment. What writing for a blog has changed for me is that I now write just for the enjoyment of getting my thoughts down and hopefully find an audience for my musings.
What I'm worried about is while I was a good student, I was never taught how to be a good writer. I know nouns and verbs, but good writing is an art. Even as an art form, it still takes lots of work and practice. So I know how to write, but I'm not kidding myself into believing that I actually write well. I hope to practice and just get better by keep trying.
My process is to write these entries and let them ferment. I don't post them immediately, I let them sit for a few days and I revisit them and try to salvage what I can from my horrible first attempt. I will rework the original at least twice before it's ready for public consumption.
I'm jealous of my children; they went to a school where they really learned writing skills. They know how to persuade, infer, captivate. They learned the art, not just the mechanics. So this is my latest attempt at slogging away at writing. Be gentle.