But what is currently weighing on my mind is the hugeness of the task in front of me -of trying to get this blog and writing life some wings.
I have moments like right now, when I am reading other writer’s fantastic blogs. I am amazed at the discipline of posting multiple times a week. I see that they have hundreds (thousands!) of people liking them on facebook, advertising all over many of their blogs, twitter feeds, plus the regular jobs and daily loads of laundry that they must do and I wonder, how do they accomplish all of this? I know the answer can be simple, hard work, decent writing and a cleaning person once a week. And I have two out of the three. But this is when I do a dangerous loop-de-loop and I spiral down with self-doubt and I wonder, does the world really need another blogger? Where do I begin? How late do these people stay up every night if they post four times a week? Am I PMS-ing?
I am not trying to have a public pity party on the woe is me express, nor am I fishing for empty compliments like the annoying skinny girl asking her friends at the sleepover party, “Is my butt fat?”. Just having a moment. You know how that is.
I write to connect - I have stories to share. I write to be heard and to be myself - I have never wanted to write anonymously. I admit, my creative life inspires visions of grandeur and dreams of travelling the country on a book tour. I imagine Tina Fey and me going over last minute changes to a script at Silvercup Studios in Queens where she will be as inspired by me as I am by her. For the moment though, I am grateful for each person that reads my words. I do jumpy claps when ever another person likes me. If I keep on writing it, more will come – with a dedicated effort every day, some more social media savvy and a big dose of self-confidence thrown in there for good measure.
And someday soon, a cleaning person once a week.