I've been in love with writing since I
first learned to form letters, make words from them and put those
words together to make thoughts appear on paper. In short,
since I was about 5 years old. Back then, I didn't care who read my
thoughts. Surprise! I don't care now either.
I write for myself. If no one reads
what I write, well, that doesn't make it any less valuable to me. I
also don't care if my grammar is picture perfect or my punctuation is
on point. I write how I talk. It's legible enough. It's not
completely ghetto. And anyone who doesn't like it doesn't have to
read it. So there!
If all that makes me sound a bit
narcissistic, well, I don't care about that either. People can think
what they want because I also don't judge the way others write.
Practice makes perfect and maybe they're not there yet. Or maybe
they're like me and don't care if they ever get there. Ha!
I have a lot of blogs that nobody
reads. They make me about a penny a month. OK, maybe a little more.
But hey, since I don't ever cash it out, I might have a whole dollar
by now. Woo-Hoo! Celebration time! Maybe I could frame it and hang it
on my wall.
Meh, who cares? I think the almighty
dollar gets enough air time. I save my decor space for family photos
and other things that really matter. Like dream-catchers, tapestries,
artwork, various handmade dangly things, cute signs and such. Most of
which is truly “unprofessional” and maybe a bit sloppy. I love
it!
And sure, there is an off chance that
someday, someone, somewhere will find that either my meanderings or
my artwork warrant a deeper look. Maybe there's even a ,little
monetary compensation in my future. Still don't care. Besides, likely
that would mean writing/creating the way everyone else thinks I
should; conforming to consumerist demand, etc.
Nah, I'm happier just the way things
are. Doing what I love to do, the way I love to do it. No promises.
No demands. No battlefield. No blood shed. No deadlines. No editors.
No rules. No pressure. Just the freedom to write/create as I wish.
I'm at peace with my non-existent page
views. In fact, I prefer them. They represent my aforementioned freedom to be who I
am. They reflect my true self; good, bad and ugly combined. They
empower me like no amount of money ever could.
And you can take that to the bank.