So why do you blog? This question came to me around a quarter after nine this morning while awakening to Judge Mablean’s latest homespun advice/verdict. Before this site was nothing more than a twinkle in my eye, I had doubts about whether or not I could even write this. Perhaps I should explain.

By trade, I’m a writer. I’ve written short stories, anthologies, books, poems, essays, tech manuals — you name it. I’m currently in the works of getting my first book on the shelves. But all that comes from my extremely overactive imagination.

Blogging is different. You write and you write and wonder if someone feels the same way you do. You wonder what the big whoop is about a blog that you find yourself coming back to read daily. Is it all heartfelt, or are they just blogging to post something and see themselves in type?

So I thought about that a lot today. Stereotypically, I don’t lead the gayest life in the world. Besides the occasional cutie at my job, I don’t really go out much. I hadn’t dated in years. And don’t even get me started on sex…. But an e-mail from a long-lost ex-best friend named Golden Boy kinda put things in perspective for me. The e-mail was a simple four-liner asking me what’s next. Granted, he hasn’t seen or heard from me since high school and I’m definitely not the same wallflower I used to be. And then I started to think of all my little eccentricities. My love for infomercials. How I eat crackers in the kitchen standing up while reading Entertainment Weekly. How I will NOT leave the house unless the dishes are washed. So why do I blog? I do it because everyone has a story to tell and someone will always be around to listen…if you’re lucky.

Oh yeah, and looking at the half-naked pics of sexy black men on each page doesn’t hurt, either.

[tags]why do you blog, blogging, writing[/tags]