writing

I wish I could put my finger on what keeps me from writing here.  It's not the lack of time.  I'm  a big believer in that you can always make time for what you believe is important.  I can find the time to write.  It's not lack of material.  So many times a day something pops into my head, and I think about writing.  I even write it in my head.  I drive down the road, writing in my head.   Sometimes I drift off to sleep, still writing in my head.  Contrary to the evidence found on the blog, I love to write.  I love to be given a topic, or a quote, or a piece of Scripture and instructed to write.  I can write well when I take the time to organize my thoughts, yet I rarely do.  

So, the mystery remains as to why I don't just sit down and do it.  So many authors say that they make themselves write a little bit each day.  I could do that.  So why don't I?  Maybe it's a lack of audience.  People read my blog. I see them on my sitemeter.  Most of the same people come back.  Yet, it can be hard to write when you don't know who your audience is.  Is this blog for myself?  Is it solely a place to keep track of a few memories?  Is it for other people?  Am I writing to entertain, to motivate, to educate?  I don't know.  I guess that's why I struggle with what to do here.  

I need to keep thinking about this... figure out what, exactly, I'm even doing with a blog.  In the meantime, I have soup to finish cooking, a headache that needs some Dr. Pepper, and two boys that need a bit more attention and loving from me today.