(Re-post from an old SFW blog)
I know a lot of people don’t understand why people blog. It seems so ego filled. I can’t speak for everyone, but I can speak for myself.
In grade eight, I discovered the written word. It took me so many wonderful places. I consumed every book of fiction in the school library. My mind was opened to the power and imagery of the written word.
Reading leads to writing.
I had a teacher that year who inspired me to write. I wrote a “novel” that year. If you asked me in grade eight what I wanted to be when I grow up, I would have said a writer, a novelist.
Those who know me, will find this amusing. I can’t spell my way out of a paper bag, nor do I do understand the rules of grammar, at all. I am a mathematician.
But, that said, since grade eight I have been a prolific writer.
I have a bankers box full of journals.
I switched to electronic journaling several years ago. It takes less space. And honestly, it more private. Secret.
Journaling can become a bit self whining. Whinging.
Journaling is raw. Bare emotions laid on paper. (Or iPad)
Journaling is a conversation with yourself.
Blogging is harder than journaling.
I blog for the same reason that I journal. To get the voices in my head to shut up. Yes, that sounds a bit crazy, but we all have those voices.
I often have a thought that sits in my head, I mull it around and obsess about it. Writing about it takes it out of my head. Journaling is just a brain dump. Blogging requires more analysis. More thought. You are aware that others will read it. Judging.
I started blogging shortly after my first marriage fell apart. I had read a novel written by a dear childhood friend. The featherbed. http://johnmiller.ca/ It spoke to me about the fallacy of journaling. Pretending it was private, and that someone was not going to read it, but knowing that they were.
So, I decided to try to become that writer I always thought I could be. To open myself up publicly. I had been holding my secrets thoughts and needed to find a way to share them, openly. Again, those who know me, know I don’t share. I am an introvert.
So why do I blog?
Am I looking for comments? Validation?
But, that is no more egotistical than the novelist, or the journalist. I love that my thoughts make you think.
Am I looking to inform? To educate?
But not in the traditional sense. I’m offering insight into me, and how I tick.
I am sharing my secrets. Publicly.
I blog for therapy. I blog to vent. I blog to start the conversation.
Maybe someday I’ll write that novel. A book.
But for now, I offer my musings….