Writer Cyril Connolly said

“Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self.”

And as I type this, I think I am not actually writing, but typing. Potato – Patato. Let’s call the whole thing off.

Either way.

I’m sure as you read that quote again your first instinct will be the same as mine “But you write reviews, giveaways etc – and those are not for you.” And you couldn’t be more correct. All my product reviews (while on a scale factor) are about 40% for me and 60% for YOU. My public.

Let me explain.

Right now as we speak I have a draft folder full of product reviews and giveaways that are going up. Products I would have NEVER heard of had it not been for my blog, my readers, the companies and the internet. Three factors that will be ever evolving but always there. One factor that is my hobby, my escape, my learning lesson, my connecting piece and my comfort. I can do no wrong on blog you see – I am the only deciding factor to what is right and what is wrong.

Those other three factors are permanent fixtures in this world. Like it or not. My readers while you may not always be my readers – you will always, like me, be consumers. Unless of course you hack your internet from outer space, stole your computer and all your belongings and grow your own food — then you can be disqualified. But we are all consumers. Companies, believe it or not are consumers. And all of us, besides coexisting in the world, are coexisting on the vastness of the internet. A not so perfect circle where each of our own blogs, sites, emails etc are the connecting piece. Tiny. Minuscule. Connecting pieces. Even the “great” Dooce is simply small. Why? Because at some point, somewhere, we were all nothing and will be nothing. This blog in five years quite simply put, may NOT exist. *shock* *awe* *amazement*

Either way. I am getting sidetracked. I bring you product reviews and giveaways in hopes to share and teach from the knowledge I have gathered. Would it not be for pitches from companies – I would have never, ever learned about some of the amazing products that have come into my home. Simple. Truthful.

But when I write posts like this, or posts about my children or even my husband — they are for ME. I love comments. They keep me wanting to write (type?) more just for the simple comment love. The reiteration that while I chose what is right and wrong for my blog – the right is just right. But if you all scattered into a blackhole of the internet world and the companies floated off into oblivion – much like when I first started blogging, I’d still be here. Pecking away at a keyboard expressing thoughts that make absolute sense to me and possibly no sense to you.

Why?

Because it is who I am. If only I would finally get off the fattiness of my backside and go to my Mom’s, I would show you the boxes amongst boxes of books I begun writing when I was 6.  I didn’t always dream of being a writer. Nope. I sure as hell am not going to say my writing is comparable to the greatness of Stephen King and the likes. But I enjoy my own work. I pen my own thoughts. I think with my OWN mind.

While entertainment is mindless. (Twilight?) It is entertainment. It sells. And if you chose to capitalize off of such I shall applaud. If I chose to capitalize off of such – you may applaud (and build shrines).

But when I sit at my computer or my ideapad and begin a post – I do it for me. I do it to finally get that rerun of a thought out of my swirling brain. You see – daily I can make up stories. I do make up stories and I write them all down. I’ve made up towns, people, love affairs, marriages, child birth and more. In my mind I’ve watched men and women fall in love and argue with passion. In my mind I’ve built empires to watch them crumple. But none of them have ever been written for public eye.

Why?

I am not ready to lose my mind, my self to a public. My public now enjoys my mindlessness. I enjoy it.

And that my dear friends is why I blog.

Enjoyment.