Following Instructions

I have another blog. That one, under my real name, has fewer readers than this one. Unlike the piece you’re reading at the moment, this is an occasional note. I post on the other blog daily. Interestingly I’ve had publishing professionals tell me that’s what they like to see. Funny.

Perhaps it doesn’t seem like much, but coming up with discrete, intelligent (I hope!) things to say every day, for over a decade, should demonstrate willingness to work hard. When I started the other blog I had lots of followers. Now I have few.

I know, I know! If I were in your place I’d be saying, “Maybe your writing sucks.” Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn’t. The point is without someone willing to help we all spin in obscurity.

Someone I know online recently published a book on a topic in which I also publish. He has tons of followers. I don’t. He also has a university post and thus an institution behind him. That’s the difference, I suspect.

The idea of being a voice crying in the wilderness is attractive. To a point. By my calculations I have spent tens of thousands of hours writing. When pieces get published the editors gush over how good they are. Then they disappear.

I’m pretty critical of myself. Most writers are, I think. (Critical of themselves, I mean, not critical of me, although they could be!) We deal with rejection on a massive scale, all the while being told to believe in ourselves. We must be made of rubber.

I’ve got about six stories out for consideration at the moment. Several more are written and awaiting that rare week with two weekends in a row to get the time to send them out. I’m not even allowed to tweet on work time.

Writing’s a tough business. I spend far more money on books than I earn by publishing. It would seem that this rusty wheel is bound to turn sometime. On either blog will do.

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