I just realized that I've been blogging for six months today. It's funny... I wasn't even really aware of blogging until shortly (maybe a couple of weeks) before I started blogging myself. I had looked up something on the 'net and came across this blog: attaboy.ca. I loved the design, the writing, and the concept. This 'new' form of communication really appealed to me.
It's an interesting process too. Much of the time, and especially in the beginning, blogging is a form of journalling--writing for oneself or simply for the sake of writing (if you enjoy the act of writing, as I do). It's also a repository of information, ideas, and memories. A digital scrapbook of sorts. For me, posts like Sophia's art are the most important. I also like using my blog to vent sometimes, so any day or hour can be "bugs day/the hour of rage" (that's the name of a weekly segment on our local talk radio station).
Another aspect of blogging presents itself when you know or suspect people are reading. It becomes a form of one-way communication. The journal turns into a quasi-broadcast. It's a different feeling when you know people are reading. I'm always aware of the potential audience now. After six months, I'm still writing for myself, but it's also about sharing things with my extended family and anyone else who chooses to spend time in my little corner of cyberspace.
Ultimately, each time someone posts a comment, the door is opened for two-way communication. The broadcast becomes an exchange. I've found that receiving comments from family and friends (including those I've never met) is one of the most exciting elements of blogging. I appreciate and enjoy every comment I receive--even if I don't reply to all of them.
