I blog because I can, and I don‘t have to work at it. The words flow from somewhere, and everything some how falls into place. That is the best part. You couldn’t get much simpler than that. I wouldn’t have to. I never aspired to be a writer while growing up and surely didn’t do it for fun then. I don’t aspire to write books. I don’t imagine myself to be particularly good at it. I just know that the words flow from somewhere and I type them out. Before I know it I have a blog. I edit the hell out of it because I am a perfectionist that way. I always have been. Once I am happy with the words, pictures, and music I unleash it to the world. I never put up something I feel is half a$$ed. Before I hit publish, I am pleased with my effort or I delete it.
There is always a catch though. I had to pay them $200.00 to set me up with a website. At the time I wasn’t even sure I could write. I thought what the hell, why not? My husband told me to go for it and I did. What did I really have to lose aside from the initial $200.00? So away I went. They were kind enough to teach me the ropes and over the years I learned a lot and made my money back and then some. By August 2011, the company that got me started went belly up. I was left with a website I could no longer update.
By then I had been bitten by the writer’s bug. I grabbed a free blogger site and designed it from scratch and kept on writing away. Writing gave me purpose. It helped the 3-6 weeks my husband spent on the road pass more quickly. It helped me vent. It helped me stay sane. Through it I met some amazing people who also wrote online and they became friends.
Why do I blog? That is a very good question and not one I really ever think about. I surely wouldn’t have too. At this point I do it because I like to. I enjoy putting the graphics, music, and words together. It is fun. It is a hobby and it is an added bonus when folks drop by to read and let me know they have been here with their comments. It is a little like having a virtual open house all the time. Folks come on over to my little home on the internet, read my words, jam to my tunes, and hopefully enjoy what they find. If I am lucky my words move them, or at least make them giggle. The best part is I don’t have to dress up for company or even have the house in order. I never have to leave my house, only fire up my computer.
I have no illusions that I am more special than anyone else or that anyone in the free world would give a rat’s a$$ about what I have to say. I don’t claim to be another Danielle Steel or Stephen King. I am just me. What you see is what you get basically. I write what I think. I love participating in the writing challenges put up by the groups I belong to. It is fun. I love the interaction and reading what others come up with for the same challenge. It is like being apart of a club. Everyone gets together to encourage everyone else and have fun at the same time. When you get down to brass tacks, I write to express myself until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.