My blog stats suck.
I can’t write everyday because my need for food and shelter is still supplied by my calloused hands.
I wish I could write all of the time.
I enjoy it and it helps me discover things about myself.
But does a writer write only for themselves?
A writer needs readers.
A writer needs praise or penalty.
A writer needs interest and wonder.
I am not a writer.
I don’t know enough big words, catchy phrases or secret writer thingees to be a good writer.
I do not have the necessary DNA to be a real writer
Inability to focus, non-committal, short attention span, spurts and bursts of creativity; nothing consistent or reliable.
Oh, I have fun and treasure my writing blackout episodes very much.
But, I am only a hack.
I don’t even consider myself a blogger, yet..
I just….. Type thoughts, then spell check them and hit publish.
I wish I could read everybody’s blogs that look interesting but, it is impossible.
Often, I am too exhausted daily to even read a good intention.
The only time I can is probably 2-3 times a month.
I like it when people like my stories.
I wish I could speak like I write.
I don’t know anything about promoting my blog!
Besides, I’m usually too tired to mess with it.
I just wanna say thanks to all of the followers and readers that have taken a small part of their life and spent it with something that I enjoyed creating for them… And myself.
I have a hard time reading everyone’s stuff but, trust me when I say that I really really try to!
I don’t say thanks to y’all as much as I should.
In this day and age where everything is “right now” For y’all to spend 5 minutes on my blog is a big deal to me.
I know it’s tough, I really do.
Thanks again, y’all.