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Why Do I Blog? - Writing Workshop

I blog because I want to.  I like it.  It's fun.  Pure enjoyment.  Relaxation.  Whatever.  I don't watch television.  I don't drink or smoke.  I have absolutely no vices that I can think of .  Next to reading, I get my fix from writing.

I blog because it is therapy.  When something gets into my head and drives me mad, I have to get it out somehow.  So I write about it.  In fact, when interesting things happen to me, I end up thinking 'great, something to write about!'.  Some of the situations which have come up in my life have been pretty tough.  Writing about it has helped me to get through.

I blog because I adore to write.  When I was a kid, I thoroughly enjoyed writing letters.  I have to say that the school essay wasn't any easier for me because work is always work.  But I enjoyed writing for pleasure.  Always.

I blog because it gives me a social life.  I have friends through blogging, really good friends.  I have built relationships through blogging. I even got myself an adopted brother through blogging.  So naturally, since I find that a whole world of relationships has opened up to me through blogging, it is an integral part of my life.

Blogging has changed my life and opened up the world to me.  From being a European living in Asia, stuck at home minding kids, I'm now a part of the universe again.  So I'll continue with it for as long as I can!

This post was inspired by this week’s  Writer’s Workshop at Mama’s Losin’ It.  I looked at the current week’s  prompts and got inspired by the third prompt, ‘Why Do I Blog.’  Hence the post.

This post originally appeared on Write Away on WordPress on 16/9/2010

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