My INSECURE WRITER'S SUPPORT GROUP post
I've noticed a big drop off in views and comments lately. This despite deliberately tantalizing titles such as...
So much for sex sells. Me and My Nipples and Confessions of a Sexy Housewife are true stories. Rock Your Cock was just my way of seeing how much spam I could generate.
I kind of suck at commenting on other blog sites lately - even those I read regularly and enjoy immensely.
I'm tired of writing about my cancer. I'm ready to move on. But once again, I have no idea where I'm going.
I've joined a new social hub for writers and creative beings called OurSalon. It's a spring off from OpenSalon which is a sub-section of Salon.com. I've been spending a lot of time there and less time on facebook and on breastcancer.org.
I like the idea of writers reading my work and I've already formed a list of favorites and even a few, gun totting, Obama hatin' bullies that I loath.
Kerry's Wallet is featured on the lead page today. I'm feeling really good about that.
I think it's time for me to focus on writing short stories and personal essays and to start submitting. (Just writing that made my stomach flip.) I'll still formulate stories here because it's a friendly environment but I'm not going to post just to post and I'm not going to obsess about the view count or comments.
I've been trying to write my "I flipped a kitty in less than 15 minutes" story for a week now. I also have another story brewing titled, "Now That the Drugs Have Worn Off."
I'll head over to the INSECURE WRITER'S SUPPORT GROUP now to see how many bloggers I can connect with.
Truth is, I'm not really insecure about my writing because I know there are people out there that relate to it and when I keep it simple it is pretty damn good.
I've developed a strong voice here on Green Monkey Tales and your feedback and encouragement has been extremely helpful. Hell, I even see an improvement in my spelling!
For as long as I can remember, I've been saying I'm a writer.
For as long as I can remember, I've been saying I'm going to be a published author.
My estranged sister recently wrote, "Sure glad I didn't spent thousands on English lessons as you did!"
I am sure glad I didn't given up on my dream.