January is officially over, and as set out by my non-New Years Resolution, I tried to focus on Purposefully blogging this month.
At first I was rendered wordless. Faced with the task of tagging a purpose on this blog, I just stopped blogging. But then the words were building up in my brain. It was let them out, or let them fester in the folds of my gray matter.
I couldn’t decide: Do I want to blog for humor? To inform? As a confessional?
All of these? None of these? All and none!
I do sometimes consider myself funny.
Sometimes I have something to share that might help someone out.
Other times I’m simply unloading.
Why write at all? Why does anyone write; blogs, books, articles, to-do lists… Why?
To pass on information, to tell stories, for a record of events, and to remember things. These are all valid reasons to write. These are all some of the reasons I blog. Mostly though, I write because I love the craft and challenge of turning words into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, and paragraphs into a self-contained mini-story.
I’m always writing, though it’s usually just in my head. I’m often turning the people I meet into characters, working funny things that happen into storylines, and imagining how to describe the places I’ve been to a reader who has never stepped foot there.
I would love to write a novel. It’s on my life goal list. But it’s too daunting. Too big. Too scary. Too much time commitment. But a blog! That’s a bite-sized package of writing that I can spend a few minutes, or hours, molding, folding, pruning, planning, and publish without the fear and fanfare.
I blog for sanity. As insane as my mind can be, it is better to let it out than hold it in.
Next up for February: Loving Purposefully