Okay. I can't stand it. I must play this round of "Why I Blog" meme. You can read some other personal reasons expounded by my sidebar compadres: Prairie Mary, Whisky Prajer, DarkoV, and Jim at Serotoninrain.
While working on this post composition, a mental image of Hemingway sitting at his typewriter kept popping up, interrupting my chain of thought. So,at his gentle persuasion, I am going to go with the flow and channel the fine gentleman:
1. Couple of bloggers have likened blogging to a comfy front porch in an eclectic neighborhood, or a cocktail party sans olives and paper umbrellas. Both very good analogies. For me, blogging has more of a quaint little hole-in-the-wall bar ambiance, a virtual "La Bodeguita Del Medio" , "Sloppy Joe's", or even "Cheers" quality. Each personality, each blogger, brings a unique and sometimes biting perspective to the topic of the day. So enjoyable to partake of life's quirky path with such a wide range of imaginations.
2. Hemingway once said: "There is a mystery in all great writing, and no matter how many different renditions of explanation are offered into the mix, that mystery does not dissect out."
I don't know how many of us are truly "great" writers, but I do know that most anyone on my sidebar can kick my writing ass. You don't learn to be a better writer by reading drivel; I am inspired everyday to push out, to expand my capabilities when I visit blogs that are well composed and creative. Those bloggers are my Fitzgeralds.
3. And Hemingway said this to his sisters: "Don’t be afraid to taste all the other things in life that aren’t here in Oak Park. There’s a whole big world out there full of people who really feel things . . . sometimes I think we only half live over here."
Blogging IS a whole big world full of people who really feel things; when you make that special intellectual connection with an otherwise stranger, it is an "aha!" moment that keeps you coming back.
4. The legion of expatriate talent from the Lost Generation used alcohol to bond them together; modern day bloggers use keyboards and an internet connection to achieve a somewhat healthier coming together. Though we may not be Ernest, or Gertrude, nor F. Scott, the bonding we experience cannot be denied.
5. *Aside* I never knew so many people channeled Hemingway. Who'da thunk it?
6. Like Santiago and his big marlin, blogging grabs me philosophically - gives a certain heft to my thoughts. Some of us are waiting for that big catch, but most of us just enjoy the fishing. Blogging gets into your blood, becomes a ritual to your daily routine long before you recognize it as such.
7. It's late and I think ol' Ernest has gone to bed to dream of lions. I am joining him...