Hey guys.  Nice to see you again.  I have just returned from a couple of hours wading through the bodily fluid stream of consciousness that is another persons blog.  You see, reading is a something I have to do to be able to write.  I read other peoples writings to get ideas.  Ideas on content, ideas of voice, ideas of word usage.  And you thought this writing stuff was all doughnuts, and coffee.

Well, coffee does help.  Quite a bit.

It is the reading part the tears at the soul.  People use blogs for many things.  To record family history, to record births, to celebrate lives, for business, and as a means to work through life issues.

Blogs have been around since around 1994.  Back in the days of dial up and slow speed telephone modems.  My own journey on the interwebs began around 2005, or 2006.  I really don’t remember when.  I talked about it here in a post titled, “Everyone Gets Their Fifteen Minutes.”

I’m losing focus here….or maybe I am just getting back to my life instead of being immersed in someone else’s.  I don’t tend to have a lot of drama in my world.  I don’t have a majorly dysfunctional family.  Of course I haven’t been around any of my family for a number of years for any length of time.  I am like the 24 hour flu…infect you for a couple of days and then hit the highway.  I don’t do long goodbyes.  Hit and run is the way that I roll.

My kids are strewn across the US.  Two on the west coast, one in Michigan, and one in Philly.  Phone calls (though I am a horrible phone caller), emails, and texts are the way to reach out and touch someone.

So, I write.  And wade through other peoples pain trying to find my voice.  Not to speak of mine, but to just be able to understand and to be able to make you understand.

What thinkest thou?