Do you think its fair to say that creating a blog is on a similar level of awesome to creating a life/monster? I kind of think i overdramatised a bit

As you lay, you can hear winds blowing and rain pouring, splashing hard against the puddles already covering the pavements. It's autumn time and the long nights leave you awake, unable to sleep, trapped indoors. There is no society tonight, everyone else has long been in bed. Your work sits beside you, unfinished. Unstarted even. But something has happened. On this dreary night of November we can finally see the fruit of our toils. It's already gone one o'clock and in the half light of the old low-watt bulb we add the final touches to our convulsing monster, putting the first posts onto the flickering screen.

We want it to be beautiful. Beautiful! Great God! How can we? We are nobody and can't have the skills, the taste, the ideas to make it beautiful, can we? Who are we to try and emulate, through writing, all those that have gone before us. But unlike Victor, we will not abandon our creation to its fate. We will not hate; we will cherish. We will not spurn; we will take it in our arms, add a post here, a post there. They may not be us, but they will be us. Our reviews won't have the validity of an expert, but they will be honest. Our writing won't inspire emotion, but it will, maybe, describe something to you. And what more could you ask for? We have no theme, no guidance. This has been born out of a night of passion, pushed out violently in angry painful bursts, fighting, kicking, screaming against the sterility of the computer screen. Small now, ugly, it will grow as we do, as use it to practice and refine our writing, our ideas. One day, it will be great. It will spread around the world, become famous. Ryan North will read it, Aamir Khan, Simon Shama and of course, greatest of all, Vladimir Putin, who will be our judge, an adjudicator, someone to look up to, someone to aim for. And with an icon like that, our creation will, in our arms, grow great.