Why as a writer bother with a several times a week blog? Isn’t it a distraction? Isn’t it a hassle?
As the world turns. A blog post is often how I start my day, and by 9 or 10 AM I am often immersed in what I am supposed to be writing for eventual novel publication.
A few things on my mind that I just wanted to mention here this morning…
My grandmother is long gone. My mother is now too. My dad remains – and I know I shall miss him terribly whenever he too is gone.
I’m avoiding blogging “officially” for a time, of course. Then I thought, “Eh, I might as well share this prominently with all of you too!” No secrets here! 🙂
Relaxing is proving exhausting in its way also.
But there are always idiots out there, of course. Minutes after the defeat, I got a Twitter reminder.
My guess is I have a modest flow of new novel readers only because as I have kept writing books I have also made sure I have regularly posted on my blog here: the two go hand in hand.
A “sea lion” fights always to get in the last word ON YOUR SITE; you can’t end an exchange, the “sea lion” must.
“But this must be very tiring for you, Robert? Shall I see England too? Oh, but I know you are still creating me. I hope I shall be beautiful and memorable…”
Every page is important, but for a writer (in my humble opinion) “Page 1” is probably the scariest one.
Instagram as well as other social media platforms are just not nearly as flexible or personal as a blog.
“Modernity” – its electricity, instant communications, machines, firepower, and medicines, including especially birth control – is what has been most responsible for the end of restrictive millennia-old roles allotted to women, and that process is ongoing.
Within the guise of a lighthearted, self-interview, I explained what initially caused me in 2012 to decide to write my first novel.
Eventually you must let go and allow what you created to live – even if that “life” must be imperfect and not fully what you had imagined it would be.