These journal posts are a waste of time. At best, all they are is a way for me to vent. But making it into something that I technically publish changes my perception of it. I have no illusions about the notion that this will somehow magically help my writing or help me find an audience. All this serves me is as a way to eject my frustration and sadness and get the wiggles out before I start doing serious work on my novel.
So, these will start being more and more limited.
*audience gasp*
Yes, I know. All zero of my readers will be greatly affected by this and saddened to see their favorite source of content dwindle to a mere fraction of what it was.
*people screaming, punching themselves in the face and crotch*
Calm down, calm down. I'll still continue to use this emotional port o potty on a daily basis, since I apparently need that to maintain this hilarious mental balance that I call sanity. So, I will continue to post, just not the huge, expansive pointless rants. We will be moving into smaller pointless rants.
*audience relief, crying for joy, groping each other*
Yes, I'm glad you're all very happy. And wow, you three are REALLY happy. That's great for you.
Honestly, I don't really think anyone is reading blogs anymore. I found a blog update from a writer that had been at it for about 20 years. Pretty good at what she does, but always under the radar. And not very much output, really. But her last post was about wanting feedback from her most recent book, because so far it had been crickets. The post was two years old and with zero comments.
Is this my future? A dozen good but underrated novels under my belt and still no readers? Ghost of Christmas future. I see you.
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