It’s time to talk about me.
I don’t normally talk about me, or write about my life. It’s time I started. Being a writer, or dreaming about being a writer is far from that childish dream of sitting in a corner penning marvelous stories, and more about self-promotion for the sake of the writing. It’s more about talking about the things that brought you to this phase in life and less about daydreaming of book signings. I’m pretty sure every ‘writer’ out there, whether you have been discovered, wether you are already famous (then chances are you are never going to come across this little blog), or whether you’re still in your closet and haven’t come out saying ‘I want to be a writer’. Whoever we are, lets face it, there is no room for coyness in today’s world.
I’m a writer. There, I said it. I’m a writer. It’s another story altogether that I’m a small time writer who mostly just writes for a small audience, or writes for myself. I don’t mind it. Of course I’d be lying if I said I never dreamed of the book signings as embarrassing as that is to admit.
I’m done writing short stories and poetry, mini-series and chapters and posting them in the hope that it will be read and enjoyed. I used to obsess over the ‘stats’ page initially, anticipating views, likes and comments alike as if they were little pockets of treasure. I used to write one post every week at least in the hopes of gaining followers and readers alike.
What I do now is pretty much sporadic. I know you are out there, those who have enjoyed my scribblings, typo and all. I still see you liking a post here and there and you still give me great joy. I don’t want to ask much of you, nor should I. I just want to thank you, for being there and keeping company with me.
More than a year ago I published my first novel on Kindle and announced it with giddiness in all my social media. I mentioned it’s release and kept reminding of the dates so often I guess it helped somewhat. I’m not that person anymore, the one that seeks approval and desperately waits for likes and comments to feel achievement of sorts. I don’t know honestly if that is a good thing or bad. I guess bad in my case.
Today, I just felt I needed to talk about me and what I’m doing. To bring some humanness to this page/blog of mine. It’s not just a place for stories of fantasy and imagination, it’s also my platform, my awkward stage, my way of reaching out there and conversing with the world. You don’t have to converse back, but knowing you are there is something in itself.
So here I am, shamelessly ready to talk about my second novel ‘Charming Mr Stewart’. I plan on releasing it on Valentine’s Day. If you’d be interested, keep an eye out for more announcements. I’m working as best I can to meet this deadline. It’s been too long since I’ve wanted this, the nerves are setting in. I don’t know what else to say.
Keep safe and write on.