Some dodgy present-day philosopher might write:
I blog, therefore I am.
My take on the situation is as follows:
I blog, because I can.
There is no deeper meaning to what I do and no hidden philosophy. I have a healthy self-awareness. I stated the above on the IAQ (which could just as well be titled NAQ, for Never Asked Questions.) page of my fantastic website.
Then again, on second thought, perhaps I should write:
I can, therefore I am.
I am, therefore I can.
See, philosophy is easy. Any old fool can do it...
I noticed the phrase “internet addiction” in a headline. I am certain my wife thinks that I suffer from this...whatever the definition might be. I know this, because she occasionally complains about the time I spend using a computer. This happened more than once on vacation, where she had expected to enjoy all my attention.
The problem is not being addicted to the internet: my problem is one of self-discipline. Once I start something and commit to deliver, I will continue until I have. Starting a blog produces a never-ending dilemma: either you post something each day or you do not. Which raises an existential question: if a blog is not posted each day, is it still a blog? To fulfill the demands placed upon you by starting a blog, you must spend time on a computer.
I have attempted to explain this to my wife, but....
Earlier (before I discovered the joys of blogging), lying awake at night was boring. The sleepless mind travel in all directions, usually halting at thoughts one does not want to spend time on. What can you think about that will take your mind off not being able to sleep?
Nighttime wakefulness in distant lands is caused by jet lag: your body will not sleep. This form of Nature's torture is what led me to think up stories, which I later wrote as dodgy novels. Tales of fantasy took my mind off things that I did not want to think about and served as entertainment.
Now, I think about the tosh I can use to fill this blog (this bit came to mind in the middle of last night). The problem is that I must get out of bed and write down my thoughts or they will be lost the next day...
There is a character in the movie Pretty Woman that walks the streets of Los Angeles shouting stuff. Blogging is the internet/technology equivalent of that guy...or, perhaps, mumbling to yourself walking down a street.
There is a familiar question/saying about a tree falling the the forest. If no one is there to hear it, does it make noise?
The same question can be posed about a blog. Does it exist, if no one reads it? Of course, we all know that a blog--like a memo in a large organization--is written for the writer, not the reader. If anyone reads it (blog or memo), reactions range from disinterest, anger, boredom, amusement, etc.
Because I can.
Because it's easy. I would not have done this in earlier years. It would have taken too much study and work. Now, sites such as Weebly make it almost foolproof. Well, this fool has managed.
Because my wife started one.
Because it is the written equivalent to thought. I can put on "paper" things that would otherwise float for awhile in my mind and then be forgotten. Of course, no one can see my thoughts...and no one will read this blog.
Because the last thing this world needs is another blog....
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.