Inspiration

Blogging. Is that what this is called? Writing. Is that what this is called?
I have attended a ridiculously preppy boarding school, and never joined the posh literary elite that ran the school's literary magazine, never joined the school newspaper, and would never have called myself "a writer". And I can't really call myself that now. What have I written but merely a few lines of words on a blogging website, with an empty page and an anonymous source. Who will even come across this page of mine?

Then the question for myself remains: do you love doing it if the one thing that keeps you going is recognition? If you can write, and have no one ever read it or recognize it or stumble aimlessly across what you've produced, and still have a pull or an urge to do it - there, then you've found your love. So I suppose then, that this is a test. And I like tests. They teach me things about myself, who I am, and what gives my life a purpose.

That's what we're all trying to figure out here anyway.