Oh Mom.
I can hear her now, sitting on my right shoulder, which is where she lives when she’s not standing in front of me:
“Blogging is so selfish. What makes everybody think that other people care about their lives?”
That is a good point. I’ve heard it many, many times. I’ve even heard it come out of my own mouth.
But the fact of the matter is that people do care. They care enough to read, they care enough to put you on an RSS feed, they care enough to comment. Maybe there aren’t a lot of them, but they do care, and if you’re a writer, you have to believe they care, because you want them to read your books, short stories, memiors, smut, poetry, whatever. You need them to care.
And that’s why I’m starting this blog. I’m a writer, and I’ve been asked three times this week for the address of my blog.
Ladies and gentlemen (and Mom), here it is. I truly hope that you care.
Thanks, Nancy.
Well, I care!
Yay, this is another way to keep with what is going on down there. I keep meaning to start a blog even if it is just for the therapeutic benefits. it just keeps getting put off until later…
Yay for starting the blog!