I never fancied myself a very good writer. Look around… you’ll see enough grammatical errors and run-on sentences here that would make my grandmother, an English teacher, roll over in her grave a thousand times and proclaim “David! I TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN THIS! And WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE, YOUNG MAN!”. I do think that my more prolific days already occurred and are , very much, behind me now. You know…. I think I’m okay with that. Weird, huh?
So many nights I can’t get my brain to shut off… laying in bed, I get the impression that I have something really important to say… then I rush to my computer, open up my handy blog and…. nothing. Well… not nothing… but I hardly think “remind me to change the cat litter box, y’all” is classified as a “golden nugget of wisdom”.
I’ve been blogging for years now…and the best posts are lost to time, server crashes and a little punk hacker that broke into my old hosting service and wreaked havoc upon tons of accounts just for fun. So why do I keep on keeping on? Well, why the hell not. It’s a good outlet for the minutia that floats around aimlessly in the dark corners of my brain at 3 in the morning. It beats Facebook. Facebook… some of the best bloggers I ever read in the heyday of blogging… walked away in favor of turning to Facebook for the instant gratification of those little “likes”. I think I stay here because I honestly would rather not expose myself to that kind of attention. I like a place where I don’t have to be “on” all the time. It gets to me. It erodes what little I say that I feel has importance. On Facebook… I’m just part of the scrolling process and I’m lost between the ads and the kitty pics.
Here… I’m never lost. So… I blog onward.