This is the 250th time I have posted to this blog.
I guess that’s some sort of milestone for me — or millstone.
Why do we do it?
Why do hundreds of thousands of us (make that millions!) spill words across this vast white expanse?
Filling time. Wasting time. Making time. Keeping time.
Why do I do it?
To hold on to some part of myself that gets used up in the daily assignments of writing and editing and proofing.
I am lucky to be doing work I enjoy. But in a perfect world I would be paid extravagant amounts to read novels, and I’d quickly accrue medical benefits and an amazing retirement plan simply by writing poems.
So, tell me. Why do you write?
What brought you to blogging? And has it lived up to your expectations?
Is it enough to get a few likes for each post on your site — or do you find satisfaction simply in posting your words and photos? Is it solely for your soul?
Let’s see if #250 earns any responses from those who stop here for a minute or two.
On to 300!