Why bother?

Of course I am tempted to write everything; journal, thoughts, dreams, worries... Indeed discretion is my utmost concern! But what I don't get is why anyone else would care. If this is just an exercise in narcistic spew, well, I can (and have, and do) write in my "journals." But to "publish"? That seems to be the stuff of another mindset.

I always write as if to be read. Maybe my future researchers, great-grandchildren would be curious about who I slept with and my fantsy-career-of-the-week.

But this is more anonymous, more open to anybody... And I can tell already that this direction is all wrong. What boring mental diherea. I have to write for an audience...

By nature, a personal journal; observations, thoughts, etc., enough to be honest and true. I could make stuff up. That could be interesting, too... A fictional blog.

I'm sure it's been done. Having not read blogs, except for msmas', I can only guess. In general the whole idea of blogs bores me. Opps. Well, there it is.

So what's in it for me? To write for an "audience?" To distribute information to my online associates? To let people get to know me better?

Hmm... I kinda like that.