I’ve been blogging for about eight months now and should confess that I started the whole thing with a bit (by which I mean, a lot) of skepticism. It was something I mostly thought I should do. I am a writer, writers have blogs; therefore so shall I. Needless to say “should” is rarely a good reason to do anything. But in this case it has turned out brilliantly.
I’ve been in a bit of an in-between; finished one project with no immediate ideas for a new one. But I need to write. It is my balance, my gravity. And so I have blogged. And I have really, truly enjoyed it. Not for one moment has it felt like a should-y chore. I can now honestly say I blog because I like to blog. Period.
The other extremely pleasant surprise that has come out of blogging is the generosity of other bloggers. Of course I intellectually understood the concept of keeping an online journal that anyone can read; but I’m not sure I ever really thought about the idea of a community of bloggers. The fact that people would like things you have written. Choose to follow your every post. Offer encouraging comments.
They’re all busy with things like starting a brewery , practicing down to earth yoga, dealing with a loved one’s illness and growing old gracefully. And yet each one of these fellow bloggers (among many others) has taken time, not only to share their thoughts and words and emotions; but to appreciate mine. And that is what has made this experience downright amazing!