Hubris

I was asked today if I didn't consider keeping a blog a "bit of an egotistical thing to do?" My reply was fairly blunt.

"I'm a writer." (I must admit, I nearly fell off my seat from the sheer silliness of the question.)

After all, isn't all writing fairly egotistical when you come down to the bare tacks of it all?

When a writer sits down to write, we make some serious assumptions.
(a)We have something to say and someone else will probably want to read it (even if it is just a teacher, parent, or ourselves at some later date.)
(b)Our observations are unique.
(c)We have a story to tell no-one else can possibly tell (in quite the same way.) Plagiarism aside.

Now, some of us are compelled to write. It's a trick of the old brain and we just can't help ourselves. We've tried not to write, but have a compulsion. When compelled, we blog. Think of it this way: Blogging is saving millions of trees. Those with "The Midnight Disease" as it was once called, are doing the only environmentally sound thing possible: we're committing our outpourings to the electronic medium. It's also the need to share thoughts, the drive, the urge: blame our poor miswired lymbic systems.Again, I repeat, it's a neurological compulsion. At least we're not doing it naked. (Oh well, some of us probably are.) Ahem.

So, Bloggers, Unite and take it from me: it isn't hubris that compels us to blog. It's just our wiring.

Love
Kennedy.