"Why do you Blog?"
The question was posed the other day on the ChicagoNow website.
I quickly typed the first thought that came to mind.
"Because I have something to say."
Seemed easy enough. Then I got to thinking, and writing.
I carry a composition book with me at all times, eagerly scribbling notes and ideas in train stations, at wrestling meets or in the waiting room.
Because I have something to say.
Some ideas sit for weeks, some for months, and some get scrapped. I am "old school" and prefer to write longhand at first.
A few years ago my then supervisor asked me to write down both professional and personal goals. I said I was going to start a blog.
I picked up Stephen King's book On Writing for inspiration. If you are going to be a writer you have to be a reader, King says. Break the rules and be bold. My favorite quote:
It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn't in the middle of the room. Life isn't a support system for art. It's the other way around.
My first post was about my Aunt Jo, a character who inspired me to write more. If you missed it here's the link:
Some people knit, some people collect stamps, some people build model airplanes.
I write. It's the way I relax, it's the way I vent, it's what I do.
And it's a written legacy. When I'm gone my children will do a lot less asking about Dad than reading.
The two children I started journaling about 13 years ago are heading to high school. From there who knows. All I care about is that they are happy and have a voice.
I have a voice. That's why I blog.