A number of discussions I've read recently, as well as my tossing around the idea of tackling the A to Z challenge, have led me to ask myself about this. What am I doing? Why am I blogging, and for whom?
In some ways, the answer is easy: I started blogging because "everyone" said you have to blog as an author, to build a "platform" and an audience. So, since it was free (nearly--I bought my domain name for ten bucks) I wandered into the blogosphere and started bloviating--I mean, blogging.
Another answer, now that I'm doing it, is that it's kind of fun. I like having a place to "publish" that flash fiction and other short stories that don't really have an outlet otherwise (I'm very fond of "Blackberries" and even had some interest from a couple of magazines, but the format made it take up too much space--the blog gave me a chance to get it out of my desk drawer and share it).
But perhaps the time has come to put some actual thought into what I'm doing and why. And when it comes right down to it. . . I don't know. The reasons listed above may be adequate, but the point is, I haven't really thought about it. I'm just doing it.
So here, after some actual conscious, post-first-cuppa thinking, is my idea: blogging makes me feel like a writer. It feels like I'm working, and--and this is not to be sneezed at when you are a stay-at-home parent and independent writer--it has deadlines. Even if the deadlines are self-imposed, setting a a schedule for blog posts feels more hard-and-fast than saying "I'll finish my book by March." People are waiting for those posts! (Yeah, right. But a girl can dream).
And, finally, I blog because I've been blogging. That's right: habit. I'm still struggling to discipline myself to work on the novels every day (especially when writing=editing), but I've managed to make a habit of blogging.
And that has to be good.