There's something about writing on a blog. I keep journals and dream diaries. I've written down memories, to-do lists, and ditties going through my head. But there is something about writing for others to see--even if it is an imaginary audience.
Writing for other people is terrifying and thrilling. You are letting others into the private parts of your mind. You are letting them dig through your past, present, and hopes for the future. You let them look into your soul and hope they accept what they see. And when they do you feel connected in a way that may not come just from talking.
I want to start blogging again. It may not happen because of the lack of other bloggers. But we will see.