Blogs are rather self-indulgent. They allow those of us who are writers-in-our-minds to actually see our thoughts in print. We can dip our toes into a puddle of being "published" without worries of drowning in a lake of rejection letters. We can put it all out there or be discreet. Risks are similar to those of keeping a diary - if it's written, it may be read.
I've pretty much assumed I'm unlikely to be published - as in somebody pays to read what I write - because I don't have the qualities that I perceive successful published writers have:
- I'm not a collector of my creative ideas. I don't jot my creative inspirations on napkins and scraps of paper because I'm sure I'll remember my brilliant thoughts later. I don't.
- I'm not driven. I don't focus on a goal and push everyone and everything out of my way until I achieve it. In fact, I'm just the opposite. I have the attention span of a toddler.
- I'm not disciplined. If I were, I would never have to make any new year resolutions because I'd already be fit, slim, and published. I'd also be expert in a variety of endeavors such as knitting, yoga, piano and guitar-playing, furniture-making, upholstering... Apparently what I do best is dabble.
If you're reading this, you are either a special person in my life, or you tripped in while meandering through Internet World. Since I'm neither disciplined nor driven, this may be the only entry on the blog. Ever. But I'm glad you were here.