Writing into a vacuum sucks.
Don’t analyse that sentence to see if the pun works. Or, y’know, do. It wasn’t intended, it just happened. Some writing is best left unplanned. Some of it, you write it and you know it’s good. Most of it, you write and you like it but it still needs someone else’s say-so. I crave approval. Or at least constructive criticism. Meaningful responses.
The previous paragraph is not a superficial way of saying ‘comment on my blog’. The previous sentence is a warning against following my digressions. I drift easily. This isn’t about my blog (though it’d be nice if it wasn’t just me here). Honest, guv.
I write stuff. If I can get just me excited about it then that’s a success for a while but I usually get to that buzz from talking about the story with someone else. And then I have other people to let down if I fail to write it. But then I also feel frustrated if they’re not around (online, wherever) and I have to find the enthusiasm all by myself.
Writing doesn’t seem like a group activity, but it is. You’ve got editors and publicists and such, eventually, hopefully, so you’d better be able to communicate the ideas. And you need somebody to write the dedication to. Got my first dedicatee picked out. There’s idle thought in this, y’know? No, I’m not going to say who. You’ll feel rejected, and that’s not the point of this story.
The point is: if you’re reading this, you’re probably already someone I talk to and value of the opinion of.
Thanks for that. Much appreciated.
Now keep in touch more.