True Story?

So I've started a blog. Last Thursday, when I was eager to, no, planning on typing 1000 words a day, I didn't really think about the purpose of my efforts. Instead of asking myself, “What information will the world have after reading this blog that they didn't have before?” I spent my time analyzing the colors of the templates and picking a suitable name. And now a week has passed, and I do not have 7000 words to show for it. On the contrary, I am working on word number 588. Well, the word “number” was 588. The word “588” was actually word 589. It’s still roughly 6,400 words less than my goal.

Back to the problem at hand, why anyone would want to read this blog. What could I write that would be worthwhile to other people, to humanity? Isn't that the question that haunts all writers? Maybe it only haunts those who write in order to be read by someone else. I have heard that someone out there, writers exist who write only for themselves. These writers have an innate story that dwells inside of them although they did not create it. This story burdens them, and they write only to expel the spirit the demon the vision the illusion. When the spirit-story passes from inside the realm of the body to the outside world of paper, the deadweight is gone and the writers are free from its grasp. Until the sequel.

I, unfortunately, have no such innate story inside of me. Not at this point in my life. But much like a young girl's thoughts of true love, maybe my “true story” is out there. Someday, it will come into my life and my knees will shake and my heart will flutter and I'll know, this is it! This is the one! This is the story that I have been chosen to tell. Until then, I'll wait. With this blog. More like this blahg.

Ok, so I have established, in my mind at least, that I am a writer who writes for other people. Well, not currently. I mean, right now I'm literally writing to nobody. But that doesn't matter. The point is, what can I write about? I know I don't want this blog to be my daily journal. No one cares to read about the lives of college students. I do homework, I hang out with Josh, I go to class, I eat, I sleep. That's it. That's my daily journal for the rest of the semester.

I don't think my bit about picking a random noun out of the nearest book will work because I'm not a yet cleverer enough writer to pull that off. Maybe people want to know what it is like to be a student at a conservative Christian school. Or about a 23-year old who will relatively soon be getting married. Maybe I could write about my views of technology and computers, since I am a computer science major. I could do "What I am Thinking About Today" only because that will force me to think about something, which I'm sure is more than many other college students do in the average 24-hours.

What I'm thinking about right now is that I'm just rambling. This blog has no purpose yet. I still haven't done anything that is worthwhile to other people. The one about buses was better than this. Don't worry. Someday, my true story will come.