For the People

Having been involved in this blog writing exercise, for as long as I have now, I’ve come to understand some interesting things about the process.

Humbling moments. Real, special moments.

I started this in mid 2016. No clue what was happening, or what I was doing, and perhaps the same can be said today. With every installment, I always questioned if I was doing the right thing.

Always wondering if readers would enjoy it. Hoping, praying, strangers would like me, and what I have to say.

What are people getting from my musings? What is my message? Do I even have a message?

What exactly are you trying to do??

In the beginning, over 250,000 words and 150 posts ago, I made a choice, to deviate from societal norms, and with a blog platform, I had decided to tell a story with my free time. How I got from where I was, to where I am today.

A lengthy, slow burn tale.

I had strange elements intermixed throughout: Fantasy, dreams, made up characters, alternate dimensions, out-of-body-experiences, trauma, correlation/synchronicity, other worlds, hard life lessons, and my hyperactive imagination, was the driving force to everything I did.

Today… that’s all different. Yeah… I’m still “out there”.

No getting around that.

And, if you’ve stuck around this long, or are a recent subscriber, I have to guess you’re a little “out there” too.

The more the merrier. Welcome aboard. I’m actually a little overwhelmed by the new, and ongoing support.

You’re all rock stars as far as I’m concerned. Thank you for everything.

I was once told, “not everyone is going to enjoy your work. Not everyone is going to read your content. Not everyone will like what you have to offer. You will have a very specific audience. Focus on your audience.”

Truer words have never been spoken. A tough pill to swallow initially, but, it’s a truth I now hold close to my chest. I’m ok with that. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am an acquired taste.

Fantastic.

I’d rather be unique, and have some individuality, than be like everyone else.

Having that knowledge, knowing not everyone will enjoy what I do, agree with what I say, or read what I have to write, makes the job that much easier.

Nancy and I were having dinner and she asked if I had an evening agenda, or some work to do.

“Of course. I have a blog post to write.”

“What’s the topic tonight?”

“Don’t know yet, doesn’t matter the topic.”

What does the audience want?

A question I can’t really answer. The only thing I can ascertain, is the audience of this content, wants…

… my ramblings, my late night rants, my coffee fueled esoteric philosophies. They want information about my novel in brief snippets and random updates, and hear about my level of excitement tossed in from time to time.

I believe, in this day and age, people want “real”.

As much as I opposed the idea (wanting so badly to be “different”), I came to realize people wanted to hear about the day to day operations. They want short and sweet. Something simple and quick. Perhaps, they may even desire a hint of inspiration now-and-again.

A random online stranger saying, “I believe in you. You CAN do this. If I can… anyone can.”

That may just be the few words someone needs to hear, to get through a tough day.

It was the words that got me over a difficult bump in the road. Just one person telling me I can do it, if I put my mind to it.

So with that said, I love you guys. You have given me so much to look forward to. Each and every day I wake up and my first thought before beginning the daily routine, “I can’t wait to get home, fire up the coffee maker, light up the incense, and put a post out there. I wonder what it will be this time?… Could be literally anything.”

I was inside social media for about ten minutes this evening before I gave up. Not worth my time. It’s a circus in there. I’ll just be glad when the advertising is over with, and all the signs are gone from the yards.

The world is waiting with bated breath. Following the agonizingly slow results as they creep in.

Hints and rumors flying around. People lashing out at others. Friends becoming enemies, enemies becoming friends, and family members butting heads.

All this chaos and madness, and here I am, in my little corner of the world, seriously contemplating how much cheese to add to my pasta salad.

It’s so difficult sometimes.

“Too much cheese can’t be all that great.”

But it tastes so damn good.

All is on track with the novel. I believe I’ll have the art sometime within the next two weeks.

After that… Warp speed ahead.

That’s all in the tank for tonight.

Be good to each other. Chat soon.

Peace

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