Mostly the desire to continue to put bits and pieces of myself out there kinda waffled for a minute. Waffled, but it didn't topple.
I know there are like a billion blogs out there, some of which are incredible. Chances of someone picking up this blog and reading it are therefore pretty slim. Blogging seems an overused and kinda dying medium for those reasons. Everyone I know has a blog, after poking around in them I'd say about 90% of them probably shouldn't. I'm just sayin.
I realized that the blog, like every other bit of writing, is NOT for you people who read it. If you like it great! If you hate it GREAT! (Great and move along please. Don't just stand still and be a hater). The words in here are for me mostly. I know that flies in the face of everything we're told as writers about audience etc. But fuck it. Why would I write just to please someone else's taste. Why do I care if you "get" it. Not my problem. Besides, where is the joy in that?
The joy is in having the words fly faster than I can type.
It's in having the characters do something I never knew they would.
The joy is in finding a single word that sits perfectly in a poem.
The joy is in between the lines.
That joy is mine alone.
I tried like hell to get rid of the blog stalker. Mostly these days, I'm in kind of a FUCK YOU mood toward this person. I don't know how I hit your radar, but point your aluminum foil covered head in some other direction and keep your hate-filled eyes off my page. There is no place for you here.
BuhBye Hater!
So bummed you have a stalker; that sucks. I agree about the blog being for you (or in my case, ME) and not the reader. I think there may be six people who read mine (or it could be five) but I don't write for them. Unless one of them needs some encouragement or sympathy or something. But usually, I'm just getting what's in my head OUT. It's much safer that way, you know? :D Welcome back!
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