Seriously, Who Blogs?

Evidently, I do.

This, however, has not always been the case, due, mostly, to preconceived notions about what being a blogger means. Bloggers are intellectuals, political extremists, or worse, whiny teenagers.

For years I have wanted to blog but have not felt that I possessed proper blogging material. I am not emo. I do not live an extraordinarily interesting life. All I do is spend a large portion of my day wishing I was writing. I want to be a writer. Maybe I should go to graduate school to become a writer. I wish I was writing right now.

Then it hit me: the only way to be a writer is to write.