I knew I wanted to be a writer since I was 12 years old. Every time I read a book I enjoyed, I felt spurned on. For every book I didn’t like, the reasoning was, “Well, if this crap could be published, I certainly have a chance…”
Like you I started my blog to simply improve my writing, to hone my skill. And then came a first kind response, then a second. Suddenly, my heart felt … what? Touched? Altered? I was no longer simply throwing my words into the void. I had a following. This was new. I felt a responsibility akin to that I feel as a parent. Now it MATTERS what I say. Damn it. Content, something I didn’t want to worry about, reared its head, & it wasn’t too ugly. I still have freedom of choice, I still can pick topics, but I’m not just writing for myself. I have to think about people who are going to actually read me. Arghh!
So now, the people who are following me, the ones who are encouraging me with kind words & applause, they are my inspiration, too. They hold me accountable & I can’t quit them, even if I wanted to. Now I want to live up to their kindnesses. I want to be as good as they think I can become.
And the people I am following, people like you, Brian, I aspire to become as good as you! To move people, to motivate, to make people think & feel, to bring out the best in them.
To think that all I wanted was to write my tiny selfish little thoughts. Sheesh! Obviously I got into this whole blogging thing without thinking of the consequences. Oh well. Now, knowing what I know? I’d do it all over again, only faster. 🕰🏃🏻♀️