It starts.

And she said to all who could hear her (mostly the sleeping dog at her feet and the pictures lining the walls), "Let there be a blog!" and there was... after a series of false-starts and serious intimidation.  And it wasn't the greatest blog that ever existed, but it provided her with an outlet, a window through which she could look inside herself, if she ever figured out how to achieve that angle.

No, hitherto the creation of the blog, there had been a plethora of artifacts intended to serve this same purpose - journals, diaries, notebooks... friends and boyfriends to whom she whispered her fears and dreams, but the books sought shelter in the corners of forgotten drawers, years of insipid pondering abandoned in moments of glee.  The friends and lovers, like the books, proved themselves selfish, and the conversation always one-sided.  Neither form of companionship offered her the reciprocity that the potential commentators would, nor the confidence to explore writing as a form of expression, non-academic, non-functional, but simply writing for the sake of writing.

Perhaps sometime in the future she'd build a league of followers, inspire young people to spend time creating, not just consuming, be featured on a talk show or podcast, publish any number of her coherent musings, but for the time being, upon creating her blog and envisioning a glimpse of the future they might have together, the creator took a sip of latte, smiled to herself, and proceeded into the coming days full of hope.