Why I Still Blog

  The question never fails coming from someone having no art of their own; be that as it may, mine happens to be writing.

  My site was launched in 2011 going into its 15th year this coming July.

   I tend it like a garden; clipping and pruning; kind of like rosebuds blooming on the page.

   I love to write, and anyone having a passionate interest in anything understands, whether it’s work or a guilty pleasure.

   Franklin Roosevelt collected stamps.

   John Kennedy scrimshaw.

   Tom Hanks vintage typewriters.

   Emily Dickinson when not writing poetry, baked and planted rare flowers.

  Kurt Vonnegut made silkscreens.

  Stephen King plays the guitar.

  When Winston Churchill was having a bout of the Black Dog, what he called depression, his daughter gave him an easel and a set of watercolors, and a painter was born; a pretty good one at that.

   One of the things I love about my blog is that it’s all mine; a friend you can always count on.

   I can write whatever I want unlike trying to please a publication delivering what it prefers; often like trying to shove your foot in a shoe that doesn’t quite fit.

  But alas, you need money and the satisfaction of earning it doing what you love the most.

   I also cherish my handful of faithful readers who take the time to comment always enhancing whatever I’ve written.

  To sum it up…

   I still blog because it feeds me and my need to express myself.

   I still blog because it keeps my creativity fit and supple, like going to the gym three times a week.

   I still blog because having a place to rest one’s innermost feelings and perspective is grace, preening on the page in all her uncensored glory.

  Why I still blog.    Image may be NSFW.
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 SB