I've been pondering this lately, because it doesn't really accomplish anything. I'm not trying to gain Internet fame and publish a book based on my web pages or anything. I'm just throwing words out into the Interwebs for the hell of it, and I started to wonder why.

When I very first started blogging, it was because I was very isolated. I felt like I had no one to talk to, and just writing things in public sort of eased that. Then I got a social life and some friends, and my pathetic depressed Myspace blog essentially died.

Later, I started this blog as a weight loss chronicle, but when I stopped trying to lose weight it languished for months. Starting to write here again coincided with moving, which was again partially because of isolation. It was also partially out of boredom, since I wasn't working multiple jobs anymore!

For a while, I thought maybe it was just an ego thing--look, I have things to say! Look, people are voluntarily reading the things I have to say! Whoohoo! And that is kind of cool.

But really, I've realized it's just because I like to write. I used to spend 99% of my spare time writing; I thought once that it would be my profession in some way or another. Unfortunately, while I think I'm a fairly decent writer, I lack ideas when it comes to the next big novel. My daily life may not be that exciting, but at least it's something to write about!