I write, therefore I am

I write because I have to; I would die if I didn't. When I look back on my life, the times when I cut myself of from expressing myself have been the times when I've been in hell.

I'm not a bad writer, some people think I'm pretty good. What I write speaks to some people, I like that. I wish the quality of my writing was more consistent but it's more important for me to get it out then for it to be pretty. Pretty comes later if at all.

I blog because I like to see my writing somewhere besides my computer hard drive. (I'm ashamed to admit this but on some level I feel like blogging on the 'net gives me a morsel of immortality. As long as these pixels sit of some server somewhere, I live.) I have few limits on what I blog about, if I have a burning thought and an internet connection is handy, you just might read about it here. This is why my mother does not know about this blog, lol.

I realized today that people are actually reading my blog (and I kinda like it.) There are little crumbs of evidence. I was surprised to find them but I don't know why because I leave little crumbs on other people's journals all the time.

I should probably stop thinking about this and just write, huh?