I’ve never been a great blogger. I’m a terrible journal keeper. You’ll never see me in front of a web cam. Why? Because I dislike the idea of others reading my personal thoughts. I hate the idea of others commenting on what I have to say and arguing over something so small as my opinion.
I know writers who like to blog.
Some love social media.
Some writers dream of being famous. They want to sign books for fans and see their books on the shelf of bookstores.
I don’t. Although I’m not adverse to signing books for fans.
I know writers who want to write the next “Great American Novel” or a book that will be a classic long after they are dead.
I don’t want the pressures of being an those kind of authors. I’m happiest when I’m writing. I just want to tell a story. I want to get the ideas rattling around in my head out onto paper. I want to write it, publish it, and move on to the next story.
I don’t want to deal with all the other stuff. It stresses me out. It makes it hard for me to drag myself to computer everyday. It makes me want to hide in a corner of the room and pull a blanket over my head.
That isn’t the reason I started this journey.