Jennifer Lynn over at Broke-Ass Student tagged me for the blog meme asking the question “why do I blog?”
Blogging has been a long, strange journey for me. Poorer Than You is not yet two months old – a baby compared to other blog, and especially compared to my writing history. I started writing at the tender age of six, when I started my own newspaper for kids, called the Kid’s Gazette (and I still go by the moniker kgazette to this day), which I was the Editor-and-Chief of for seven years, up until the tender age of 13. Yes, I had employees – staff writers who contributed articles for 10% of the issue’s profits. Yes, I had profits. It was my first business and my first foray into “writing for the masses.”
The next year, in the February of 2001, at the age of 14, I started my first blog. That means I’ve been blogging for six years, which makes me feel old, despite my youth. My first blog was actually fictional – I experimented with whether or not I could fool people with a fictional diary, which is something in the vein of LonelyGirl, although I certainly didn’t do it as well. After a few months, I tired of it, and began anew, with a diary that was actually mine. I bounced around for the next couple of years – writing in a blog for about a year, then moving to a different service and password protecting the old one.
In 2003 I started “Green Moths,” my ultimate diary blog. Started the summer before my junior year of high school, it extends into the present day. These days, I don’t write in it more often than every few months, and it’s been pushed into the “password protected” realm while I work on this one.
In this time, I also started a blog at LiveJournal, but I tend not to count that one, as I basically used it to post quiz results and random rants. I kinda hate LiveJournal, to be honest. I only got the account so that I could comment on my friend’s journals.
This little history lesson hasn’t really answered the question of “why” I blog. There must be a reason for me to continue an activity such as this for so long. A lot of it is simply the writer in me. When I was young, I wanted to be a writer when I “grew up.” As I discovered this wasn’t actually a profession in and of itself: you can be a journalist, or a novelist, or a screenwriter, but you can’t really be just a writer – or, at least, that’s what I was told.
As my profession of choice changed (ballerina, to teacher, to writer, to ?, to CSI, to filmmaker, to ?), I continued to always write, and always on my own terms. I always wanted to keep a diary, but I was always insanely slow at writing my hand, and lighting fast at the keyboard. When I discovered so-called “weblogs,” the idea just fit.
Nowadays, blogging isn’t about keeping a diary for me. Sure, all this nostalgia has me hankering for logging back into my diary and writing a post, and maybe I will, but when I discovered personal finance blogs, it was a case of “new interest meets old,” and the pieces fell into place.
In the end, I blog because my fingers will type whenever they get near a keyboard – a blog is just an excellent place to channel that activity, and get my brain involved in the action.