So Why Do I Want to Do This Anyway?
So this blogging thing scares the living daylights out of me (what the heck are "living daylights?"), right? Then why am I compelled to do it? What is the draw? I know it opens me up to judgment, ridicule even. People might think all sorts of things about me, true and untrue. This will only represent a small part of my mind and not even a speck of my soul. I guess the core question is why do people write anything? As an English teacher, I know that the Holt, Reinhardt, & Winston Elements of Writing book states that there are four purposes for writing: to persuade, to entertain, to inform, and to express feeling or emotion. These four "purposes," however, do not completely explain why people write, especially since others' responses to writing can be so capricious. Whatever a person writes, particularly in this day and age (again, where does this cliche come from and what does it really mean?), is permanent, or at least more permanent than whatever a person says. As Cynthia Ozick said, "If we had to say what writing is, we would have to define it essentially as an act of courage."
So why do I write? As scary and hard and complicated as it is?
I guess I write to be understood, to be viewed as smart, to impress people, but mostly to make a connection with others. O.K., now what's your reason? Why do you do this blogging thing?
Oh, I guess you should know I am a psychotherapist's daughter. I am all about (whatever that means) people's motivations.
So why do I write? As scary and hard and complicated as it is?
I guess I write to be understood, to be viewed as smart, to impress people, but mostly to make a connection with others. O.K., now what's your reason? Why do you do this blogging thing?
Oh, I guess you should know I am a psychotherapist's daughter. I am all about (whatever that means) people's motivations.
4 Comments:
I do this so that I have an excuse to write.
Writing = good, apathy = bad.
Plus, I gain a false sense of necessity. "Why don't you ever update your blog?" I accept as a clarion call for my own worth . . . they need me!
P.S. -- I love you much, you expectorant addict.
i also have no idea why i do this. i guess, i do this, because i wonder what i think actually looks like when it is spelled out. does that make any sense? you see, i just don't know if i make sense. so, in my blog, i am trying make sense out of not making sense. it probably isn't working.
I had three reasons:
1. Because I could.
2. Because I wanted to.
3. Because I felt like it.
I think those reasons are good enough. :-)
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