Had two things happen.
First I get a personal e-mail from someone I don’t even know asking why I don’t read their blog. Then they say, if you don’t read my blog, I’m no longer reading yours.
Okay, because I’m so well-mannered you will remain nameless, plus I won’t call you names like asshole and blowhard, but here’s my truth.
I don’t read your blog because, and I don’t say this meanly, it just doesn’t interest me. I only read blogs that do and not even all the time. You know why? I’m too busy writing.
You also don’t make me think, laugh or want to comment. So I ask you, what’s the point…just to get your numbers up?
Rather than harass a perfect stranger, why not use your time more wisely as in improving your skill. And here’s another tip, like Joseph Campbell said (who’s that? Look him the fuck up) write because you have to not because you’re bored.
You want a hobby? Macrame’ or collect stamps.
At my worse moment, like at the emergency room, I’m writing. That’s how I know it’s serious business.
I’ve heard bloggers will go down their list of followers hitting their LIKE button (mine doesn’t even work) without bothering to read the content.
I’d rather have a handful of readers who enjoy what I write than 300 LIKES who couldn’t care less, and so should you.
Oh yeah, one more thing, didn’t your mother teach you, if you can’t say something nice in an e-mail don’t e-mail at all?
I just had words with an editor, one I’ve worked with before, who clearly doesn’t like my writing. After a tug-of-war over everything, I finally gave up. I said, “You know, you just don’t enjoy my prose…let’s call it what it is.”
He told me I need to get a tougher hide. If my hide was any tougher you could make a saddle out of it.
He has no sense of humor, problem number one. I don’t care what the theme is, I approach it with mirth and merriment. Why? It’s my style. You want Charles Dickens, exhume the sonovabitch and pay him.
Why ask me for a piece when you really want someone else to write it?
A mystery that, needless to say, will stay one.
By the way, this isn’t ego, but more my sanity that’s protesting. The stress of it all has made my hearing symptoms worse, something I can’t allow to happen, even for a decent buck.
The quality of one’s life needs to come first…and the games people play tend to interfere.
Though I have other issues, control isn’t one of them. Life’s too short to micromanage.
I’m more in the, live and let live camp.
I recently had a great experience with an editor, also one I’ve worked with before, who asked me to write a novella for a new eBook site, which I did, while she did the editing. It was one of the nicest experiences I’ve ever had.
So I can honestly say I’m not being too temperamental with this other person.
You try your best…you speak your truth…
and that’s all she wrote.