Of the Making of Blogs There is No End (With apologies to Solomon the Preacher.)

The obvious question is why? Why another blog? The second obvious question is do I have anything to say, or the ability to say it?
The answers may not be as obvious as the questions, but the short answer to the first is that I write. A friend suggested this as an outlet for that. Not as therapy, but as a way to connect with an audience. That audience is you, dear reader.
Writing is a solitary occupation. The work of writing is crafting words. In the space, on the paper or the screen, words are arranged just so. They are arranged so the reader can see into the writer’s heart. What is in the heart is filtered through the brain and is given to the reader in words and sentences and paragraphs. Beyond the self-editing process, others are needed to see what is written from other perspectives; this completes the writer’s vision. That’s why there is a team of people involved in the publishing process of all good writing, but the work of writing is solitary because it comes from one heart.
Primarily, reading is a solitary endeavor as well. We do read aloud (apart from the formal reading aloud to children and in teaching), sharing those bits of a book or article that speak to us with our spouse or older children, but the connection from the printed word to the eye, to the brain, and to the heart happens most often in a one text, one reader relationship.
This connection of the heart and brain of the writer to the brain and heart of the reader is made with written words, words received by the eye instead of the ear. In my opinion, there is nothing like engaging the heart of a writer in this way.
So, dear reader, there is the why. I want to share my writing with you which is to say I want to share my heart with you. Whether I have anything to say or any ability to say it I leave to you.