The quagmire of questions

Well, i admit it: i've been stumped about what to write. I write in my journal nearly every day, but a blog is different, and suddenly i'm not sure what this one is about, what the purpose is. The idea of blogging appeals to me, to share some more of the seemingly endless stream of words i typically generate in a week with others. Keeping it all to myself definitely doesn't feel good or right. But the question arises what to share here, what to write, and suddenly i'm in a familiar philosophical quagmire.

How is this blog different from my journal? Well, it's very different. There's a whole lot of personal stuff in the journal i have no intention of sharing publicly, even in this semi-anonymous way. And there's no doubt a whole lot in there no one would want to slog through anyway. When this blog was a record of the separation in my relationship and how i was dealing with it, i had a specific purpose. Now i've lost that purpose. So what's relevant?

Given that i have virtually no readers, you wouldn't think i'd care about such questions, but that only heightens the question of why do this at all? Then what is it in me that wants to? I guess it's the writer self that longs to share something with "the world." But what is that something worth sharing?

You see the quagmire. This is the very quagmire that once stopped me from writing music, stopped me cold after many years of happy productivity. And yet these are questions that need asking, aren't they?

So, if you're reading this and you want to share with me thoughts on what you enjoy reading, what i might write about, etc, please do. . .