If a blog is published on the internet and there is no one there to read it, is it still self indulgent?

Yeah, probably. That’s why we are here isn’t it? Because we think we have something to say, something worth while to contribute.

I’ve always enjoyed writing, I don’t claim to be terribly brilliant at it or even all that articulate. I just claim to have this yearning to write a great American novel while lacking the confidence or skill to pull it off. I spent my youth reading Steinbeck, Kerouac, Wolfe and the like, and have always been amazed how these timeless writings continue to inspire generation after generation of youth to go out and LIVE, or at least try to until something else comes along.

So here I am, with a shelf of journals, all filled with barely legible writing, and I still wonder, do I have anything to say? Do I have a unique voice? Or am I just trying desperately to recreate the voices of those I read in my youth. I guess we’ll find out.

Enter the blog- I’ve never blogged before, but I’ll give it try. Perhaps I’ll find my voice, my confidence, maybe some skill. Perhaps in the absence of inspiring others, I can at least inspire myself. Self indulgent? Yes. Worth it? Only time will tell.