Blogging Blather I suppose..

I am sitting here waiting for the latest round of colon prep stuff to kick in, knowing whats to come in a few hours, and desperately needing to take my mind off it. K will be home then to help me thru, and for that I love her dearly. For now though I just sit and miss her. A few years ago I could get lost in internet surfing, but now nothing is quite the same when I am alone.

However, as I read others blogs today and thought about how blogs seem to have taken center stage lately in my cyber circle of friends. How blogs can take on a life of their own when they are just words. I began to wonder, "who do we blog for?" or specifically who do I blog for?

I'm ignorant on the origins of blogs, though I assume they started as a sort of electronic diary for people; only one that never had a lock or a key. But If that was the case then we would blog strictly for ourselves and the reader be damned. LOL I'm sure there are many out there for whom this is the case, though I can bet that for everyone at some level, they KNOW that others will be reading it and therefore either censor or embellish their thoughts; though in the end this seems sad that the blog can not serve its true purpose.

I on the other hand was never the diary type. Things I want to remember most in life are safely stored in my memory, with no need to expose them to air. I have found though, that there are other thoughts that I do want to save for the ages so to speak, not so much for their content (which I wont forget) but rather for their prose and the words themselves. Frustrated writer that I am perhaps; I love to string together thoughts with just the right words, ones that roll of the tongue or better yet leave the reader with a picture in his or her mind. Like painting with letters. I do it with my poetry and this is another form. NOT that I want to write some novel or even a story. There is no urge to capture that much time in a bottle. No, more like a photographer of words. A snapshot of a moment in time.
But to that end, do I indeed write for myself after all then? I want the reader to enjoy their time spend here, but would never write something that didnt come from the heart, and to which I would not feel good about. But if there were no readers (not even one's self) would a blog cease to exist?

Ahhhh so little food in the belly leads to way too much philosophy in the brain I fear. Hence the starving artist connotation, or for today, pun. Hehe

That is one thing I will forwardly admit. When ever I write it is my goal to leave you with a smile. Otherwise for me, "why blog?" 8-)