I know that persistence is key to any endeavor.
I decided to make myself a true blogger. I bought the domain name, I started posting every day…
And I’m ashamed to admit how quickly I’m becoming disheartened.
I don’t know what I expected – I knew that I wouldn’t become some megablogger and start raking in ad revenue or book deals – but I think I thought things would come to me more easily. I think I thought that once I got into a groove – a routine, and I knew what to expect of myself, that it would all just blossom and readers, inspiration, and fervor would just pour in from all sides. Maybe that’s what I thought. If I’m honest, sure it is.
I know that if I don’t write, a part of me dies.
Is that weird to say? Probably, but it’s true.
So I write, because I’ve let that part of me lie dormant for too long.
But still. The trappings of the metaphorical balls I’m hanging out with this effort has gotten me a little sensitive, I guess. Sometimes I feel like I’m talking to myself.