Why Write?

It occurred to me as I submitted my lastest masterpiece to one of the internet forums I follow that I am not a very good writer. Or at least, it did after my post got eight replies, four of which were me bumping it back onto the first page, and one person who said "this was obviously written by a girl." Followed by me spending the next two hours asking myself "do I really write like a girl?" What was the most important feedback however is that few found it funny--which, being a comedy sketch, is death.

All of which leads to the question, if I'm a terrible writer, why do I write? Why do I maintain a blog that some months doesn't even get a post? I mean, no one even reads any of this.

Maybe I could marry a writer and dump off all my dumb novel ideas on her, and maybe she can take the best ones and do something with them or maybe ignore them altogether. Either way it would free up a lot of my middle age years.

But if I were to stop writing, would there be any negative impact on me?

I have in the past used writing to help me work out ideas in my head that I might never have solved otherwise. I still do, though lately it's been easy just to let it drop and forget about it. I'm also sure there are some quotes, which fail me, suggest writing invigorates your mind or something in that vein.

Perhaps I should stop writing for other people and just write for me. Or do I need to believe that I can write for other people for my own self-esteem? I can't help but think that I can still kick a good satire out if I'm inspired.

Is that what this is all about? Self-esteem? I ask that as I look over thousands of words of blog posts and forum replies or even those dumb facebook games.

Whatever the reason, here comes another year of blog posts. Even if no one reads them. I just have to keep believing in that maybe. The day you stop believing in maybe is the day your soul dies.