A friend asked me this morning if I thought it was a good idea if he should keep writing his blog in 2011? My answer to him was that it was his decision. It is up to him how he feels about writing a blog.
There are millions of blog writers in cyber space. I am but just one of them. My blog has about as much significance as a grain of sand in the Sahara desert. I know that. I'm alright with that.
Bloggers have many different reasons for writing blogs. Some fancy themselves writers and think if they write a blog that their talent will be discovered and they will enjoy riches and fame the rest of their lives.
Some others think that if they write a blog with ads that they will become rich from the ad money that will come pouring in.
For any of the above reasons to come to pass is about as likely as being hit with lightening twice, and winning both the Powerball and Megamillions lotteries in the same month.
IT AIN'T GOING TO HAPPEN!
Hey, I fancy myself a writer. I would like to become rich and famous. I would like to get a lot of money for just writing about my little, insignificant life here on the eastern shore of southern Delmarva peninsula. But I knew from the moment I typed my first letter in my blog, that was not going to happen.
At best I hoped that someone like me would read my blog and find some of my blog postings throughout provoking and of some interest and/or amusement. While I haven't heard from another "Ron" out there in cyberspace (I may be the only one), I have heard from some really nice and interesting people. I consider these folks my friends and I appreciate their comments.
I will continue to write a blog as long as I'm able just as I will continue to write in my daily journal (by longhand).
I write because it fulfills a need within me to express myself. I feel as if I keep all these thoughts imprisoned in my head I will go crazy. It is sort of like being put in solitary confinement. I don't want to be like this guy I know named Bart. He has the talking disease. He can't shut up. Talk, talk, talk, constantly repeating stories. I think there is a name for his disease but I can't remember it now. I fear that I probably have that same disease but I don't want to subject my friends, relatives and co-workers and even strangers to my yammering. I have enough discipline to refrain from that bad habit. Thus, I write my blog.
Oh yes, I will keep writing my blog. Even though I am but a grain of sand on the beach (if that), this little grain of sand wants to be noticed.
By the way, what does the picture on this blog have to do with the subject of the blog? Absolutely nothing. I thought it was a cute picture with a message. Sometimes that's the way I feel, like "Ted" the cat.