Friday, June 22, 2012

Maybe I'm Not A Writer.

Maybe I'm not a writer. Maybe my words won't go down in history somewhere, or be quoted, or even published anywhere outside the blogosphere. Maybe the best I can hope for is just to be retweeted every now and again. Maybe I'm not as good as I like to think I am sometimes.

Maybe I'll never write a book. I admit, the thought of even starting one daunts me. I wouldn't even know where to start. What would I write about anyway? Maybe the countless stories that float around in my head are doomed to remain locked up in there, never to see the light of day. Then again... maybe that's for the best.

Maybe blogging won't make me rich and famous one day. Maybe it will never be more than a hobby. A way for me to express myself in ways I could never truly articulate in the real world. A way to come out of that shell I've developed over the years and interact with people I share such a  strong connection with, I've somehow grown to consider so many these people - people I've never met in real life - "friends".

But so what? I never set out to be or do any of those things. When I first started all this, it wasn't to become famous. I never had dreams of having hundreds or thousands of followers. But I'm glad for every one I do have. I was a goof. A guy who used humor to hide his insecurities. One who declared his love for coffee, breasts and video games without fear of being judged. One who read and commented on other blogs, not so that people would notice me and follow me home, but because I enjoyed them. Maybe I'm still that guy. Yeah! I'm definitely still that guy.

So maybe I'm not really a writer. Or maybe I am. I'm not the one to judge that for now. Maybe all I am is just goof who can string a few sentences together and hopefully make someone other than myself smile. Even if it's just a little smile. But you know what? Maybe I'm okay with that. Maybe that's all I need to be right now.
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11 comments:

  1. You know what? I went to school to be a "writer," yet I don't make a damn cent off my blog, don't have thousands of followers and probably get retweeted once in a month. I do it for the connections and because I'm too damn insecure not to use humor and the written word to put myself out there and reach other people.

    It's the ones who ARE out there only to make money or get famous that are the least interesting and least attractive. Do what you do, Vinnie. You do it well ;)

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    1. Right. I'm gonna keep doing my thing. By the way did you call me attractive?

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  2. Dude, who's to say what a "real" writer is. You write stuff down in some form, about your thoughts, in public, for the world to read? You're a writer. Fuck it! And that book that might be in your head? Who says it's ever too late to get it out of there and onto a screen/paper? An idiot, that's who. Take it as it comes. Maybe one day the time will be right and it'll be right there like pouring custard on a dessert.

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    1. "Take it as it comes." I think that's EXACTLY what I intend to do.

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  3. I know what you mean. Those same feelings plague every letter on the keyboard I tap at. Who needs fame, entertaining even a couple of people is good enough for me. And I thank you for the smiles you provide.

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    1. You're welcome & right back atcha.

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  4. Keep writing as long as you enjoy it. Money is great, but not necessary to do what you love. We'll keep reading.

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    1. Exactly! I think if I was just doing this for material gain, I'd have quit long ago. I enjoy it. That's why I'm still here.

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  5. i'm smiling. and not just because i have breasts :)

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    1. I give as much joy as breasts? That's... probably the nicest thing anybody's ever told me.

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  6. I know the feeling. I started my blog to have a forum to rant and 350+ posts later, I'm still in the game. I started my radio show not because I wanted to make money, but because I had something to say. I'm with you 100% on this. "Some things just need to be said."

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