Sometimes, you write a post and it’s all “Hooray” lot’s of likes and comments straight out of the publishing gate. Other times, you write a post (these are the ones you are immensely proud of that you feel a bit like a parent sending your little one to their first day of school) and it’s that tumbleweed rolling down the hill!
So what gives?
Why don’t you get it? Why do I suddenly feel alone in the schoolyard clutching my satchel wondering if you don’t like me and if you’ll never like me?
The writing is the easy bit, the putting it out is the hard bit. It all get’s mixed up and coalesces into something awful and grimy and messy.
I have a theory that all writers secretly believe their special. Special and different. I know that in my heart, apart from all the bullshit about grammar, publishing and all that guff, I secretly feel that way too.
I think I fear finding out that I’m deluded and my secret and different specialness is just a dream that keeps me sane.
Here’s hoping I never wake up.