Sometimes I use this blog to sharpen my knives before digging them into other meat.
Often I write a post to find out what I think.
Occasionally I use it to start a fight, because some days a fight is what I need and somebody, somewhere, surely needs a punch in the nose.
Every once in awhile, I actually have an idea that I want to describe to see if it holds up in paragraph form.
Often I use it to double-check, in the noiseless vacuum of my work-at-home mind, that I actually exist.
And I use it to make myself a writer, every day, no matter what else I might also be. ("Am a writer," my writer mother wrote. "Get to call myself that, because I write.")
Thanks, Writing Boots reader, for reassuring me, every day, that I make a sound—and for making your fine sounds back.