Why do we blog?

Why do we blog? 

Is it because we can? Is it because we can’t not blog?
Is it so that we can brag? Is it becase blogging is big?
Do we even know what a blog is? And a vlog? And a hog?
And a frog? And a flog? And a glog? And a phlog?
As in photos blog?

Do pigs fly? Why not? Why am I deviating from blogging
To hogging? As in writing about hogs? Or is it eating?
Or taking up everything? As in hogging the headlines?

May be I should be a road hog, and blog about it. Hog as
In Harley Owners Group, not as in pig hog. What is hog?
I should also hog the Fortune List of Richest People, but
Is it necessary? To be on the list that is? Who will read
And marvel at the wealth, if we are all on the list?

Is this about blogging, hogging, Fortune lists, or what …
Does it matter? I am just writing as it flows from my grey
Matter, but does it matter if the matter is really grey? Is
It even grey? Or is it just another hoax, or just hogwash?
Why does hog keep appearing? May be I should title this piece
Hog, or HOG, or og, as in hog without the h

Why do we blog and write such things as these? I do not know
But you must blog, blog and hog. Hog and blog. Blog hog.
Whatever, this is is really …………. writer’s block.

14,000 and going ……..

Inspired by some Persian music, yes that is music from Persia, I hit the 14,000 plus words road mark last night. It was pure joy. I had slowed down over the weekend to recharge the batteries abit. After unplugging myeslf from the charger, am rearing to go. The most interesting thing when writing is that whole chapters can come from the most unlikely source. I watched a news item, the light bulb went on in my head and I went running to my laptop. Sore fingers later, I managed to get a whole chapter done.

Internet research is also very crucial. You want to have relevant and interesting analogies. In my neck of the woods, bandwidth costs a tonne of cash. To get decent speeds, one has to lay out some serious cash. We are waiting for the market to open up and have serious players pushing seriuous bandwidth homewards, so I can research from my balcony, barefoot. Once the mystical, one-cures-all sub-marine fibre optic cable hits Mombasa, Kenya we are home and dry. Hopefully.

See you at KM 16000.