Some days writing posts for a daily blog is a grind. The post you’ve scheduled for publication doesn’t feel quite right, but you don’t have anything else ready so you publish it anyway, or worse yet there’s nothing in your queue and you find yourself scrounging for something, anything, to publish.
Hey, here’s an amusing picture of a pregnant pig practicing Lamaze. It’ll do!
But some days are just fun. Like today. I found several gems written by bloggers I follow. Some I reblogged and others I shared on Facebook or Twitter. My own scheduled post turned out well, and I even composed a quick on the spot piece when a flash of inspiration struck during lunch. Yes, I should have scheduled it for a future publication date, but sometimes a writer just needs instant feedback. I’ll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
I also fiddled with a draft of a short story that’s been in the works for awhile. Hopefully one day soon the characters will let me know what they plan to do next. Right now I’m having difficulty getting out of a fictional whorehouse. Don’t judge. It’s complicated.
Maybe the best part of a fun blogging day is the feedback, the comments, and smiley faces. Interacting with fellow bloggers whether about my own writing or theirs is often the bright spot in my day. I have some insanely witty commenters. Don’t even read my blog posts, just read the comments section. Wait, I didn’t mean that. Shhhh!!!
So, if you’re a blogger does this all sound familiar? If you tell me every day is a piece of cake I might just paste a frownie face in your comments section.
One of my blogging friends commented on a recent post of mine that it was un-original. Her comment didn’t offend me. I didn’t take it as a condemnation, but as her initial thought upon reading my post.
Her comment did make me think about the reasons I blog. It certainly isn’t to become rich and famous, and blogging has wreaked nine kinds of hell on my already lackadaisical housekeeping skills. After thinking and thinking…
…I came to the conclusion that I write merely to write.
-Sometimes I shoot for originality. How might I twist this phrase or that to say something banal in a decidedly fresh way?
-Sometimes I just need to share the moments of my life with a few photos and captions.
-Sometimes I feel like a kid and need to be silly.
-Sometimes there’s scarcely a point to be found in my writing, even if I’m the one looking for it.
-Sometimes I write in poetry what I cannot say in prose.
Yes, my friend was right. My stocking post was decidedly lacking in originality. Hopefully I’ll be able to continue writing such pieces for many years to come.
I know that many of my followers and friends are published authors or songwriters. Others are looking for that motivation or big break. It’s difficult to know how to get your work and your name out there.
Let me introduce you to science fiction author John Scalzi. I’m a big fan of his work. It’s witty, fast-paced, and not so mired in the sciences that a casual reader of scifi will feel lost. I’ve begun following John Scalzi on Facebook and Twitter and strongly suggest that you do as well.
John started as an indie author and has made a big mark in the scifi world. And, he’s a generous guy, it seems. Starting today, he accepts blurbs from folks like us. Each day this week John is seeking posts from authors and other artists with one category featured each day. For instance today he’s accepting submissions from folks who want to promote a book or audiobook they’ve had published through traditional publishing routes.
I could go on and on, but John Scalzi explains it all much more concisely than I on his WordPress site, “Whatever”.
So, here’s the link. Get busy and get some FREE promotion. Best of luck.
Ernest Hemingway is supposed to have uttered the phrase,
I’ve been doing some research on the efficacy of Papa Hemingway’s wisdom. Well, to be honest I’ve just been following his advice. Research is time-consuming, and I’d much rather get right down to business.
So far I tend to agree with him, but then it’s difficult to think straight while inebriated. It’s a good thing I’m a cheap drunk. This experiment might become costly otherwise.
Now, normally I’d wait until sober to edit, but here’s where the research comes in. I’m going to publish this without a second reading. Pffffft! That was drunk me sticking my tongue out at my future sober me.
I am a dancer in the same sense that I am a writer.
I dance, but no one pays me for my efforts.
I dance, and sometimes people laugh.
I dance even when no one is watching.
I dance just because I can.
My cats are puzzled by my dancing, though, whereas they are completely oblivious to my writing.
Often I dance on the soft, faux fur rug in front of the flat screen tv in our den. The rug tickles my soles and cushions my steps.
This same rug is the cats’ favorite spot to curl up for a nap on a sunny afternoon, so my dance steps must be careful lest I squish one of my best friends. I like a little danger in my dance.
The truth is they could move at any time, yet they choose to be part of my choreography. I could dance elsewhere, but then my feline audience would be deprived of my display of grace and natural rhythm. I really am gifted.
I came across this on a friend’s Facebook page this morning and thought, “YES!”
How often have I heard, “Oh you write a blog. Do you make any money?” Or, after reading one of my blog posts, “You should be a writer!”
Well, I am. Just because I don’t have a book deal doesn’t mean I’m not a writer.
I wouldn’t know how to go about being a published author any more than I know about performing heart surgery. I don’t write to be published. I write to rescue that abandoned puppy. Sometimes I am that puppy.
And I don’t perform open heart surgery because people would die. As far as I know, my writing hasn’t killed a single person. This week, anyway.