Inner Monologue of a Crazy Writer//The Persecution and Struggles of an Aspiring Writer

Sooo…starting with nothing again, huh? Oh well, that is usually when you come up with some of your best stuff. Okay, maybe that has only truly happened once but it was a fairly good piece, and it really let people inside your head…heck, it even gave your secrets away on how to write the way you do (what some people insist on calling “good” and “inspirational”).

I don’t really see what's so good or inspirational about what you do…it doesn’t propose anything that will save the world; it’s just thoughts from my big ol’ melon. Although, if my simple thoughts really are that inspiring, maybe I should do what that old creepy guy told me to do and start selling my work instead of letting anyone have it for free. Nah, I can’t do that to my work and the few people that follow it. If someone wants to steal something, let them. I have all the original manuscripts signed and dated anyways. Besides, I like letting people read my stuff, getting feedback, and hearing new ideas. Some of my best final products have only come about because of the comments people make and proposed changes I consider. No…for now, the randomness stays, free of charge, for everybody.

The only problem with leaving this stuff open to everybody is that I always have to censor myself in my final products because there’s always those one or two people that pop into my head that would be offended by something I say or object to the content of what I write. Sure, I can always keep those separate in a folder on paper but it’s not very easy to distribute my ideas in this way.

I used to have places to fully express myself. It started on MySpace where I could make my profile, write my blogs, and I had only my closest friends on there so I knew I could say what I wanted without fear. Well, then MySpace got lame and didn’t work so I went to Facebook. There too, I could say what I wanted on my profile, in my beliefs, and in my notes…until Facebook stopped being a way to keep in touch with my closest friends and I instead added anyone and everyone I knew. Once that happened, I again had to begin censoring myself so I moved to a forum where I figured strangers could come across my writing, read, and critique it, and be generally supportive of what I was trying to do, if not my ideas. I found out quickly, however, that, even though it was a general writing forum, some ideas were not appreciated by administrators. I moved to a blog.

At first, I thought it was great because it kept all my writings neat and organized, in the public eye, and open to critiques and feedback. I did not realize, however, that bloggers that post every couple weeks at most don’t get a lot of traffic or attention and the occasional visitor leaves no comments or thoughts whatsoever.

Then the suggestion comes, “well, why don’t you just advertise on Facebook, in your e-mails, wherever you can?” The answer to that is two-fold. One: I do not like spamming people with stuff….usually. Two: If I advertise on Facebook, I will be attracting (or at least inviting) all the people that forced me to censor myself in the first place.

So where can I put my writings?? That is one question I have yet to find an answer for.

10-22-2009

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