Hello Fellow Writers,
After six years of blogging, I’ve come to a realization: I’m not doing it right.
Oh, I suppose, I’m doing something right. I’m read by a small group of dedicated writers, whom, like me, are struggling to find their way to a satisfying writing life (whatever that means for you and whether that include publication or not). I appreciate my readership and every single comment or ‘like’ on my blog. (Thank you!)
Not only do I enjoy the attention, I’ve come to truly care about my fellow writers’ struggles. And swapping ideas and tips for great storytelling via this blog has been an unexpected boon. I’ve learned so much from you all, I have no idea how I’ll ever repay your generosity.
Wait, I know, visit your blog more often, right?
I can assure you that I will do that because now I’ll have more time to do so.
Why? you ask.
Because this here blog will now become my ‘author platform’. Which means I’ll be blogging less. And the focus will be different.
You see, I’m a fiction writer.
And fiction writers tell stories.
They don’t give out (poor) writing advice.
They don’t complain about other writers’ bad behavior.
And they sure as heck do not post pictures of their dog.
Okay, that last one may not be true, but essentially what I’m trying to say is that if fiction writers want their fiction read, that’s where their energies should be focused. As should their blog.
So, the posts of this blog will shift radically. No more doling out of questionable writing advice and redundant industry news. I’ll be veering over to featuring my fiction: snippets of my stories and news of significant publication.
This change will undoubtedly mean I’ll lose many of my current readers. Why? Because you may not like my fiction writing. Even if you do, if you are anything like me, you probably like your fiction long and in bed. Hmmm, that didn’t come out right…
What I meant is that I have a hard time reading for ‘pleasure’, meaning fiction, while I’m sitting at my computer. I like to read stories while I’m prone on the carpet or in bed with a book (or nook) between my hands.
But here…here I will stick to the worlds I create and the stories that spill from them.
If you leave me, I understand. I will not hold it against you. I will continue to visit your blog as often as I can.
If you don’t leave me, I’ll love you with the ferocity of a man in red underwear and pale blue tights.
You’ve been warned.
As always, thanks for reading.