My mom asked me why nobody comments on my blog but her. The only answers I could think of made me feel bad (my writing doesn't connect with people, nobody likes me, etc.). That's one thing I don't like about blogging. I don't do it for the comments, but the lack of comments can be discouraging.
The main reason I keep this blog going is because it makes me write out things I wouldn't otherwise write, and for a writer, that's important. I've always kept a personal diary, but because it's so personal, there's both total freedom and no accountability. That has a place, but it doesn't really challenge or discipline me as a writer.
So, even having a small audience here means I write in a more structured and constructive way, and I consider many of my posts to be great writing exercises. I think some of the stuff I've written here ends up being better than stuff I've written for actual writing classes. If not for the small, passive, often lurking audience on my blog, I'd have never written it, because I haven't got a lot of time to take classes anymore.
Sure, there are other reasons for this blog. Occasional updates for the friends I know read it--these are mostly friends I once saw in everyday life or talked to a lot on the phone, but because of life getting in the way, we aren't in close enough contact anymore. It's also a historical record, because I do love keeping track of things so I can look back and reminisce about what I was thinking at a particular day or time. And when I do get comments, it's fun to see something you've written resonate with people.
Mostly, though, this blog is for me to keep writing, even when it's little random thoughts like this: Moms are great, because of all the many and sundry ways they support you. Tutu's one of the best. Especially because I think she likes my writing and thinks everyone should be commenting as often as she does. Even if only to be nice.
But I don't mind--really! This isn't a post fishing for comments. It's exactly what I said above: a reason to keep writing, a little more formally than I would in my journal, and, in fact, it's a perfect example. I started writing it two days ago, but abandoned it twice thinking it wasn't finished. This morning, I finally forced myself to bring it to some sort of completion, as if I had to print it out before I left for writing class. Finish it, even if it's not perfect.
So comment if you wish, or don't. I will keep writing, which is really what matters most to writers.