I know I’ve said this in the past (and people say it all the time)…
“The numbers don’t matter to me.”
But the truth is, it’s hard not to let them matter… at least a little. We all want to think our words mean something. And for me, anyway, I also want to know someone’s out there. Caring.
To know someone cares about what I have to say (and maybe even cares about me) keeps me writing (despite recent monumental writers’ block).
Now that I’ve surpassed 2000 followers, I should probably clean up my act. But I’m [a little too] in touch with reality. So that’s bloody unlikely. [I know… I’m not British.]
A lot has happened in the last two-plus years that I’ve been blogging. But I’m not going to recount all of it. I’ll just mention a few things that are on my mind. Don’t be scared, it’ll be okay.
I’ve made better friends than I’ve had in a very long time… friends I wish could come pick me up and take me out for coffee (or something). Okay, more like drag me out, probably, as I have been in need of a push (or a pull) to do things lately.
Those friends have given me the courage to open not one but two online shops. One on RedBubble… and one on Etsy (stay tuned for my grand opening… which makes it sound dirty). I know these shops will never earn me a ‘full income‘… but they are more than I could get myself to do before.
I’ve even become comfortable sharing my fiction and poetry. Maybe I don’t suck after all. That’s a huge gift… from you… to me… because self-confidence is, unfortunately, not my thing.
I know it’s sad that I require constant encouragement to get things done… to feel good about myself… but I guess that’s just how I am… or where I am right now. It’s my lack-of-confidence at work… always telling me I’m not good enough. And I think I often trust your opinions more than I trust my own anyway.
Thanks for all of that. And more.
All of that being said, I know that realistically, maybe 5% of my 2,000 followers (if even) actually read this blog. I’d use this space to invite every single one of the 2000 of you to start reading if you don’t already, but you’ll never see this if you’re not reading. So that’s crazy right there. And if you do read, you know that crazy is normal around here.
hugs and kisses.