I am depressed, and a little sad this morning: wondering just what I’m doing here in Blogit, and I’m asking myself this question; why does one write? Others of course have their own many and varied reasons, but my raisond’etre, writing what I do is to have my voice heard, which it clearly isn’t. At least, not on any rewarding scale. In my writing – even in much of my poetry and short fiction – mine is the voice of tolerance and respect for others; a voice speaking out in an objective fashion... Sign in to see full entry.