True confessions of a blog writer

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I leave a pad and pen by my bed because I will wake up after a great dream and think of a perfect topic, and want to write it down before it leaves my head. Then I wake up in the morning and all I see is jibberish. Reminds me of the time I was in the hospital after surgery and trying to write about my experience while on heavy drugs! lol.

It’s not easy being a blogger.  You write stories and put them out there for the whole world to see.  Some of your stories are light-hearted.  Some of your stories are full of your emotions, good and bad.  Some of your stories are full of your pain.  And sometimes, actually most of the time, the world could care less.

It is hard to get a following.  People might read your blog, but never *like or comment on it.  And it’s all about the stats when it comes to being a so-called “successful” blogger.  I have seen some bloggers go viral overnight because of ONE particular blog they wrote.  I have seen some bloggers who post new stories every day and have very few followers.  Followers are fickle.  It hard to figure out what moves them enough to follow you, and to stay involved enough to comment, and discuss, and argue, and really think about the material.

Most popular bloggers have thousands of followers and hundreds of comments for each post.  They have lovers and haters, both of which just increase their popularity.  They may be popular right out of the box, or they may have been posting for years.

I will admit I am jealous of these popular bloggers.  Sometimes I write a story that I think will touch the hearts of millions, but nobody reads them.  So then I get discouraged, and don’t post new stories regularly.  Which just leads to any progress I had made to just peter out.

I guess I have just not found my niche yet.  I tend to flit around in my blog posts, and write about everything in general and nothing in particular.  And actually, this post was going to be something entirely different, until I started writing it.  My fingers just start typing, and I let them go wherever.  Maybe I should be more disciplined.  Maybe I just don’t know.

Here’s the thing.  It’s hard to know if you are doing right or wrong if you get no feedback.  I have people tell me that they read my blog and love it, but I had no way of knowing that.  Unless someone comments, or likes, I have no idea who reads my blog.

Now I sound like I am whining and complaining that nobody reads my blog.  That was not my original purpose on writing this particular post.  But a girl could use some validation.  Right?

Please let me know your thoughts on my blog.  It would help point me in the right direction, and whether or not I should pursue my writing.

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My legacy

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This earthly life is not forever.  That is saved for our heavenly souls.  I truly believe this, because I have to think there is more to “life” than this.

But regardless of religious beliefs, I think about what impact MY life may have had on my family and friends.  When I am dead and gone, will my legacy live on?  What the heck IS my legacy?

I think my legacy is words. I have always been a lover of words.  The written word, the spoken word….it all matters to me.  I believe I am well-read and have a lot of life experience, and like to share it with people.  Nothing stimulates me more than a good rational discussion on taboo topics between friends!

My family thinks I’m a mean person.  I have the tendency to speak of things they don’t want to hear or think about.  I am also a little miss know-it-all, and that irritates people too. But I am the one in my family that gets things done.  The hard things that nobody else wants to deal with.  Give it to Janet.  She’ll get ‘r done.  I’m too smart for my own good sometimes.  My life would be a lot easier if I just played dumb.  I am my own worst enemy.

A lady friend of mine who I admire greatly is a writer and has read my blog.  She tells me I am irreverent.  I tell it like it is.  I wonder, is that a good thing or a bad thing?  I think it can be both.  My words have turned around to bite me in the ass more than once, but they also have given out a lot of good advice over the years.

I hope that when I no longer travel this world, that the words I have left behind will mean something to people, and perhaps they will have benefited from them.  I know that most of my family currently does not read my blog, and does not want to.  They are not interested in my writings.  Maybe they will be when I am gone.  Not that I have anything earth shattering to say, but perhaps they will understand me better then, and think more kindly of me.    I have bared my heart and soul on more than one occasion.  Maybe they will read a blog post or two for my eulogy.