Why Am I Doing This?

Are you even interested?  What do ya want from me, already?

After reading through several of my favorite blogs today (because I have to keep up) I found myself wondering as I responded to their posts, 'what in the hell am I doing all of this for, anyway?'

Here is what I discovered:  I love to write.  I love to commune with like minds.  I love to feel the power of influence.  I have a desire to make a significant impact, artistically, in my lifetime.  I am bored with life at times so I stir things up occasionally.

How about him?  Nahh, he loves me whether I write or not.  But, yes, I do.

So, Who am I doing this for?  (I asked myself....)
The Helen's and Victoria's and Rick's and Christine's and Rebecca's and Marcy's and Rosa's and Michelle's and Kirby's and Cathy's and Tony's and Toni's and Kath's and Marchelle's and Christina's and Luba's and Randy's and FF's and Fiona's and Adrienne's and Sandra's and Kendra's and GianPaolo's and Jessica's and Jordan's and Pam's and Joan's and Deborah's and Amy's and Donna's and Lori's and Laura's and Janet's and Janice's and Monica's and Nicole's and Nicola's and Nikki's and Danielle's and Shuan's and Ryan's and Karen's and Debaroo's (that's me... a name my son's girlfriend, R, gave me a bit ago).

What a story these eyes tell.  

My writing is because I have to.

So, why have an audience?



Because, it is so much more fun, don't you think.

I love my readers!

(Thank you, reader.)

My Chia Pet gives me tons of feedback.  He laughs at me all the time.  Asshole!

Now, just for the heck of it, drop and do 20 push ups.  (You can do them on your knees, ya know.)