I really like the feeling of people caring what I have to say. I guess that’s why I blog instead of keeping a diary–there’s more of a point, more of a chance someone will read it and care. Why would anyone but the worst of people read my diary? Not that I keep one. I don’t. I’ve tried. The motivation is lacking when I’m the only audience.
Of course, I don’t return comments for a couple days, and this endeavor suddenly seems a lot more like a diary, shut away from eyes that couldn’t even care less what’s inside. This isn’t an attack on you, Dear Reader, nor anyone but myself, my motivation.
I write because I like to write. I write because I have things to say. And apparently I write because I want to have a voice. Don’t we all?
I guess no one gets heard by sitting, doing nothing, and hoping the ears will flock to his mouth.