More than once I’ve been asked why I keep a blog. I imagine somewhere there are some highly researched answers to this – why people blog. It must be nearly the same question as why do people write in the first place? I get that blogging’s not for everyone – neither as writers nor readers. The thought of spilling your guts on a screen in front of you and then sending it out for anyone to read can be terrifying. I experience that panic too. That’s why my home screen is full of Drafts that only I can see so far.
But here’s why I write at this cyber place. I write because words form out of my fingers in ways they can’t out of my mouth. If you’ve ever tried to have an in-depth conversation with me about just about anything, you’ll know that the spoken word is not my forte. I can say things in writing, I can express myself on the screen, in ways I cannot anyway else. And through reading and writing many, many words, I’ve come to believe that connecting, in whatever way we are able to connect, is better than not connecting. And so I write. Sometimes I hit the Publish button. Sometimes it’s the Save button. Sometimes it’s Delete. Sometimes I surprise or shock people. Other times I bore people to tears. I’m pretty sure that once or twice I’ve even lost a friend over what I’ve written. That part is harder than I like to admit sometimes. But I keep going with this blog at an uneven pace, convinced that the risk of sounding self-absorbed is worth the reward of sharing my world with those who choose to read.
Oh, and for what it’s worth, I happen to believe that words have power.