Carefully now...

Of course the danger with blogging is that you become disconnected with what you are writing, in the sense that writing it out, is distributing it amorphously, which means that nobody is really reading it anyway right?

If we don't have someone that we talk to freely, I mean really freely, then the temptation is there to tell it to your blog. I guess there would be some therapeutic value to that wouldn't there? After all when you write you have to organize your thoughts and then translate those thoughts into sense-making words, (Ay, there's the rub...(veiled Shakesperean reference)), for in that translation, from unspoken thought to written word, doesn't it sometimes happen that we realize how petty perhaps, or how inane, what we are spilling our guts out about, really is? On the other hand, we might give up in disgust because we can't figure it out or make any sense of it.

On the gripping hand, (veiled Pournellean reference) sometimes we can become floodlit/blinded/eureka-ed and enriched by insight that can only be gained by the thinking, introspection and self-evaluation, that comes from writing something down. In fact making it more real, resolving, or at least reconciling our minds by documenting it.