There. That felt better.
It's natural to wonder, "Which audience am I writing for?" But that raises a prior question ("raises," not "begs"—there is a difference!): "Is there an audience at all?" That one does write, or should write, for an audience is not self-evident. Once I fancied that writing should be a kind of pure self-expression, not necessarily "for" any audience. Hearing a lecture by Bernard Williams when I was in graduate school persuaded me otherwise. Ridiculing the concept of "pure enquiry," he suggested that philosophers who write are well advised to examine their motives for writing, and to direct their work to a specific audience. Is the principle universal? His answer, delivered in that Oxbridge accent that is really hard to argue with: "Ninety percent of those who say ‘I just have to write’ are stupid. But more than 0% of them are geniuses."
My dissertation director once said: "We write for our friends." I'm not sure I can do better than that. At any rate, I suppose that as a blogger (I said it!), I am writing for my friends. And myself.
Not every entry, I promise, will be a reflection on the act of blogging. It's just something I've got to get out of my system. I suppose I could imagine a blog about blogging. But that would be a meta-blog. While I'm doubtless some sort of metaphysician, to the very end, I simply can't handle being a meta-blogger.