So many of us want to write, feel like we have something to say, but simply lack the internal discipline to do it. We do it sporadically, and in the deadness of time- less and less. The world is full of good men and women who set out to "write the great American novel" or whatever, but somehow just never got around to it. Life is so daily.
Some of the greatest of writers, for example Charles Dickens, have solved the problem with the time honored device: a deadline. For X years Dickens turned out his masterpieces, year after year until finally Our Mutual Friend, his last and best. Dickens was about as undisciplined as the next person, but he achieved the discipline he needed by the simple device of serialization: he was paid episode by episode until his masterpieces reached their conclusion. As time went on his books got larger, with more episodes-- more money!
Well friends, this is what we've hit on with what we're doing here: the compulsion to blog is a daily affair. Unlike ordinary writing blogging is half writing/reading and half talking. Our writing addresses two groups-- the great unwashed public and our intimate (blogging) friends.
Now half the population are compulsive talkers. I can go to Walmart, sit on the 'mourner's bench (where men wait for their wives) and show the slightest interest and someone will fill my ear as long as I can stand it, or I can give him back word for word if that's my taste.
Dickens undoubtedly was a complusive talker (like me, that is). His words flow so spontaneously alternating with equal facility between the utterly trivial and the profoundly meaningful. In fact he can clothe his most trivial remarks with an underlying kernel of true significance. Now that's writing!