I Think, Therefore, I Write
I blog constantly.
As some of you may have noticed.
There are several good things about that. One, you (my faithful readers) don't run out of material to read. Two, I don't royally annoy my husband by talking his ear off about everything that comes into my mind. Three, I save a lot of money on therapy... and the list could go on.
Something I've never written about on this blog, (although I scream it from the mountaintops on Twitter) is this blog.
I love my blog. It's my third child (well fourth, if you count my husband, and I do.) I write because I love to. I write because I have something to say, and I want the whole world to see it.
I'm a Leo, can you tell?
Right now, I'm working tirelessly to set up my fan page on Facebook. It's about as confusing as something on Facebook could possibly be. I mean, my husband can work Facebook, and he still needs me to turn the computer on and off for him.
I'm also trying to get a Pagerank, which apparently is important in some indecipherable way. All I know is I can't get advertisers or giveaways without it. I've written Google, and they've informed me I'm not important enough for them to care.
I'm like a small child counting down the days 'til Christmas, lovingly stroking and gently shaking each beautifully wrapped present, perhaps tearing a small corner of the wrapping to get a sneak peek of what's inside.
Yes, I check my stats several times a day, and am absolutely tickled when I see some one is reading my blog RIGHT NOW! Right freaking NOW!
I'm an over-advertiser, a comment lover, an over-obsessed stat monger... I admit it, it's true.
But all that is kinda separate from what goes here.. the body, the text of my blog.
I've said before that I write like I have thousands of followers... or none.
I have love for everyone who reads this, reading what I've written says that you care enough about what I have to say, that you spend the five minutes reading this. Whether you agree with my statements or not is irrelevant, I don't want to be right, I just want to be heard.
In the end, it wouldn't matter to me (well, much) if nobody read it. I write just to write. I write just to get it out on paper... well, not paper, but you know what I mean. It's my outlet, my muse, (I very rarely get writer's block here) my friend.
Blog! You my bes' friend!