World's Worst Blogger?

One of my favorite all-time favorite hobbies is going to the movie theatre to catch a film on the big screen. Last night, I decided I was long overdue for some fun me-time, so I went and saw the movie Julie and Julia. The movie intertwines the lives of the famous chef, Julia Child, and Julie Powell, a young woman who decides to follow Child's cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking, and then blog about her cooking experiences.

Powell's blog has a purpose. And that purpose is to showcase various Julia Child recipes over the course of 365 days. Powell's blog attracts an audience mainly of friends and family but over time draws a sturdy readership of foodies. Powell's blog has a target audience. She has a reason to blog.

This is why I think that I am such a bad blogger. I don't have a target audience, and I don't have a specific purpose. I've loved to write since I was a young child. And while blogging provides an outlet for me to creatively express my thoughts, it sometimes feels like a chore. It's not a chore because I don't enjoy it. Like I said, writing has always been my passion. I think it feels like work because I don't know what to say. I don't know WHO I'm aiming at or who I'm talking to. Frankly, I feel like how Powell felt in the movie, when she first started blogging. I don't know if anyone reads what I write, and it's not like I just do it for the sake of other people, but since I don't think anyone reads, I don't feel any sort of accountability. It's like, why bust my butt to write an essay -- albeit however enjoyable the subject matter - if there are no professors or other students in the class?

Another thing that makes me such a bad blogger? My tendency to ramble.