I love writing. In a world that didn’t have bills to pay, that’s probably what I’d spend my time doing. As it is, I scratch that itch here as often as I can. The other side of the blogging coin, is that you tend to get sucked into reading way more content than you actually write. That’s fine, because looking at other’s work teaches you alot. Good writing makes you think. Great writing forces you to refine and improve how you do it yourself. But the internet is a big place and the sheer volume of available voices can get overwhelming.

There’s not alot of rhyme or reason for the blogs I read on a regular basis. Some are written by old friends others I’ve stumbled across by accident. Their content is everything from cooking tips to, well, what many would consider to be descriptions of seriously disturbed personal lives. They’re all good for different reasons. The more I write, the more I realize just how difficult it is to keep churning out good, readable material on a consistant basis. And some of these people are posting 1000-word pieces every day. I’m a touch jealous of that.

So the problem with blogging isn’t so much that there’s nothing to write about, it’s that if you’re not careful, you can spend all of your time reading and not nearly enough writing for yourself. In the grand scheme, I suppose that’s not such a bad problem to have.