Blogging

I was out with a friend yesterday evening.  We were talking about bucket lists.  Of course, places to see and experience were on the forefront of that conversation.  I then asked if he had anything on his bucket list that was not a geographical location. Building a website was his answer - but he wasn't sure what it would be for or be about - and then made some comment how he's not a "blogger"... that he's not vain like that.

LOL.

I didn't say anything...about blogs or blogging, or that I have one and in the past have used it.  A lot.

I didn't tell him I was vain.  I think I should have.

What is on my bucket list that is not a geographical location??  A book.  I want to write a book.  About what.  I don't know - I write best from experiences, my experiences... (kind of like my blog), it must be woven and entwined within me for me to be able to write with any conviction or real feeling.  So as the minutes and hours pass I occasionally think about writing a book.  And this isn't new.  I actually tried starting one about 5 or 6 years ago, as I was encouraged by my dear friend Steven K - he still asks me about it, but it never made it past the napkin that came with the complimentary ginger ale on my way home from New York.

I actually do wrestle on and off about writing and blogging/writing about myself or my life as I experience it.  I wonder why I write, and if I should write and who cares to read about my life or thoughts anyways.  Is it indeed a selfish, and self-centered hobby to have?  But, then I think about all the books and stories and writings that I love to read - I love to read about others' lives.  I love to know what they are experiencing and feeling and thinking because then I don't feel so alone in my own thoughts.

"We read to know we're not alone."

And so maybe we write, so others know they're not alone.