World this is ME...ME this is World (Never be afraid of being Noticed)
Inspired to Hub/Blog yet somewhat a little afraid? I'm feeling a little Hamlet on this one!
Hello to all who are reading this!!! I am very excited- Bienvenue to my first hub!
How many of you have felt like you have something to say but no medium to express it? No means of getting your message across, especially when writing is something you do best.
Or better still you have married self expression to writing, writing to reading, reading to an audience, a ready made audience to the Internet, thus creating a blog. Your only problem being FEAR!
I had this exact problem. I say had...
I'm an aspiring writer, with so many opinions it's bordering insanity, However a major lack of cahones has always prevented me from blogging, that and the odd bout of indecision- my mindset:
To hub or not to hub, that is the question.
It is indeed the question in this present space and time. It is neither fleeting nor rhetorical. IT IS THE QUESTION and is in need of an answer.
It's not even a question anymore, I already know the answer so there is no need for the question or it was the question but its now past tense as the answer- I am aware of.
After all I have set up an account here and am currently writing it's first post so the Shakespearean phrase is rendered useless.
TO BLOG/HUB is the answer.
Yet NOT TO BLOG creeps into my thoughts as I type this [while being seriously distracted by Lie To Me-Tim Roth's sort of the subdued British Dr. House of Lies]
I am afraid to be honest. Fear makes the initial want and excitement of blogging futile. It has seeped into my mind and has left me in this time warp, dancing around Hamlet's indecision as if it were my own. I am afraid because I <3 (heart) writing. My dream is to write a best seller, become a best- selling author. I've written two short books before, these were for school- fictional stories based around factual events. University put my writing on hold, and now that I've recently graduated- job hunting is doing more or less the same.
Friends [some] and family have suggested
that I start a blog, for a number of reasons besides the writing thing. I <3 music, film, fashion, and am pretty good at giving advice, as such my thoughts on the aforementioned are often required. They have quipped blogging will also hone in my writing skills and I can get a proper audience for potential novels. Smart right?!
However, Fear- no one will give a rat's ass what I have to say:
thus no one will read my hubs or blog and I'll log in, daily mind you, to this suck fest that no one wants to be a part of and I shall post daily, continuously writing crap-depression ensues; I cower in pity and shame...BOOOOOOO!!!
Hence the above to blog or not to blog malarkey... blah, blah pffft [random raspberry, it's how I feel at the mo]
I know what you're thinking....INSANE! Get a grip love and things of that nature- I need to be more positive, bite the bullet, while beating the iron since the rod is hot and learn to fly *insert more insanely uplifting quotage here* after all I'm typing this so I better just post it and get it together!!! Besides all this indecision makes for a piss poor novel, and nobody wants that!
Real inspiration for finally blogging-
I lived with a slut butt at uni- not the paid kind, shame really. We started off as real good friends, very close but she's a manipulative COW (which I only realised, a mere 2 years later- so much for that good judge of character thing), who hated that I was always myself-no matter what!
She completely underestimated and slated me publicly, even on facebook- I ignored it- However she turned 'friends' against me and lowered my self esteem and even made me think I needed therapy (more on this later)- writing stopped. Now I've cut her out of my life,i feel great and pressure free. I can write and will produce a successful blog no matter what the haters say [I hope!] (PIPE DOWN STUPID NEGATIVE VOICE), so she can go fluff herself, however being the whore she is, she'd get someone to do it for her and then have to go to Lloyd's for that wart cream again.....oops! Sorry, I can get a little dramatic from time to time.
I am writing a novel- brain cramp!
It will be chick lit, centred on fiction and fact. It's mainly about my time at uni- so many stories and crazy things happened, it's book worthy, trust me!!! I will be posting some bits for feedback.
What I'm really trying to say is, if you're thinking about blogging/writing a novel/starting a hub or whatever, JUST DO IT! Forget about building up traffic- it takes time to do that. Forget about the possibility that no one will read it. If writing is what you love, do it!!!! It's about you, it's your thing. Please yourself for you will never be able to please EVERYONE (why would you anyway).
Find yourself, Love Yourself and Keep Yourself...I had to learn this the HARD WAY.
Haters are fodder to your fire- they ultimately make you better if you are strong enough to keep them at bay. Dream a dream, and make it happen; it will be hard sometimes-life is, but before you know it, there you'll be standing strong introducing yourself to the World...and the crowd goes wild *ahhhhhhhhhh!*
Right Pep Talk over! I needed that LOL!
So, if you think I'm L'oreal, stick around...I've got more opinions than ants at a picnic, we can share, argue, bitch, laugh, cry and talk or whatever together OR NOT then I'm here typing to myself= suck fest!!!! lol....either way, I'm writing this for me- it's my venting ponderland...cute right!
And that's it- it's official now...right?! Hub numero uno.
To blog. That is the answer.
[SHUT UP STUPID VOICE!!!]
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