In terms of the experience of blogging...
It feels to me like writing notes to your dear friends and the universe. Then you send them, with great intimacy, out in to a black hole, without any expectation of(an)echo.
Don't get me wrong, the echoes are wonderful, but unexpected.
"stroke an artist and surprise a child"
But for most of my waking hours it is about being productive in the service of my crafts. I love being able to express some of the feelings, without expectation.
In real life, with pen and paper, I am on sketchbook #96 or something. 99% of those books will never see the light of day. Yet the internet is both collective and perpetual. The cosmic dictionary.
At least a tear in the river