I was asked recently why I write a blog. Well, sort of. It was put to me another way, but that’s the question I keep asking myself this weekend. Why do I blog? What is the point? What eternal benefit do I get from blogging?

So, since it’s still bothering me 3 days later, I thought I’d answer the question with a blog. Perhaps, if that person chooses to read this post, they’ll understand me a little better.

I like to write, and have since I can remember. Most especially I like to write fiction. I’m currently working on a work of fiction, and hoping to have it finished somewhere in the near future. But, then, why blog? Well, for me, it’s an outlet. It actually helps me find that special spot in my mind where my creativity lies. Even if I never publish the post (which happens more often than you would guess).

I like the community online. No, I’m not finding strange people that I’m going on dates with (already found my husband!). I enjoy getting to know different personalities that I find online. Some of them make me laugh out loud. Some of them help me to mourn with them. And then there are the ones all in between and everywhere at once. It’s nice to find other people with the same ideas or different ones and talk about what we know and feel.

But most of all? I like to blog because it makes me happy. For an indescribable reason, I become happy when I’m sitting at my computer writing a blog post. I cannot always be working on my story. (In fact, I cannot always be on the computer — not with a little one running around!) It gives me an out, but a way to continue writing.

So, eternally? Well, it’s changed who I am, so I guess in that sense, it has been an eternal blessing in my life. But otherwise? I blog because I want to.