It felt really weird, like something was missing. And it was. I didn’t blog yesterday. And there was a void…
How could I miss blogging so much? I missed getting things out of my system – venting, missed checking on my blogging buddies and missed writing. Amazing, me miss writing?
When I was in school I loved to write. I even thought of becoming a writer or poet. Believe me I’m not having delusions of grandeur that I can write well enough to be published but I’m getting enjoying the ability to write again. And it’s public! So I can imagine a bit 
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Back when I was younger I always had delusions of being a writer myself and even was the editor in chief on my college newspaper at one point but I guess I never thought seriously about making a career of it. The nice thing with my blog is that not only can I finally be a writer but I can be a writer on my own terms. No deadlines (with the exception of self-imposed ones), no set assignments (with the exception of paid ads when I take them), and no real pressure (except when I get over 100 unread posts in my Google Reader!).
Blogging is indeed very addictive, I had a couple of days this week where I wasn’t feeling all that good, so my blogging took a back seat for those few days, but I still did manage to log in and I use Google Reader on days like that to keep caught up as much as possible.