The Undiscovered Country

Reflections

Yesterday I spent much of my time reflecting over my last entry. The nice thing about writing a journal is I can see what I’m feeling and thinking, step back from it and look at it from multiple points of view.

I discovered a few things about how my original point of view has been holding me back from getting my butt in gear with regard to publishing.

Writing this and my previous journal has spoiled me, as well as encouraged the attitude ‘it’s all about me.’

Blogging, unlike other writing, is based largely on personality. We write about our lives, and do our best to make it interesting for others to read. Throwing modesty out the window, I believe you come back here time and again because you want to know more about me.

Yes, quality writing helps, and I’m certain is due to return visitors to everyone’s blog. Again, keeping modestly locked out of my house for the moment, if I wrote terrible with little by way of making you laugh, cry, or think, no one would come back.

Because I convinced myself my writing is about me, well, I have to put me out there in order to get noticed.

‘Fraid not. A reader, whether it be fiction or non-fiction, cares not a whit about the author. The reader seeks only a good story well written. Loyalty to an author, like here, builds only with quality writing.

It was never about me, but about what I write. If I believe in those stories and articles, well there's absolutely no reason to hide them.

My mental flagellation doesn’t end there.

I commented in Randy’s blog about how I have only a vivid imagination and desire to write; I have no professional qualifications for a Super Article to gain people’s attention.

Not vivid enough! If my imagination was truly vivid, I could come up with an article that people would flock to read. Professional qualifications don’t mean anything if, again because readers don’t care about me, I have something they want.

Funny, after all this, Randy added another entry that said much of the same thing.

Guess I’m learning from him after all.

I have more to say about this, turning my focus on why I write, but that will come tomorrow. Darn it, but I have work to do. Gotta earn that paycheck, ya know.

As my cousin likes to say, “One of the pitfalls of not being on welfare.”