This is my last bit of writing for the night. I’ve been going to bed late the last few days. I really need to get back on track.
So, I started doing some research on getting into a writing groove. Since no one wanted to read my stories and give me feedback (I was willing to give them the story for FREE, but oh well! I know what kind of “friends” they were…non existent.), I had to take it upon myself to do research. Apparently I’ll be the first person in history ever to be a writer, a critic of my own work, an editor, and apparently an agent and a publicist. I’m making it sound sad. Well, it is sad.
I’ve been off Facebook for 3 weeks, and Instagram and Messenger for 2 weeks. I don’t plan on going back on there. I know what to expect already. I once signed off for a month for lent, and all I got was hundreds of notifications telling me who posted what on their own wall. There were no notifications for me. There were no messages for me. I could be gone a year and still no one would notice. Why? Because they never cared to begin with. I was just another number count on their friends list.
They start reading my work, and little by little they disappear like flies. I’d like to think they’re just jealous, but of what? I’ve got nothing they would want. If it’s some sort of writing talent, they can have it. My brain just goes to weird and sometimes dark places. I don’t know why anyone would want that.
My zero views will tell me no one reads this anyway so I’m pretty much free to say whatever I want even though I won’t.
It’s funny how there’s never a balance on the internet. Either people will hit a like button, or they will just give you a piece of their mind. Yet I bet if we ever met in person, they would behave differently.
Oh well! These are just some random thoughts.