To say I am accident prone is not really accurate. I am not going to deny that I haven’t had my fair share of them, but I am not clumsy or a klutz. It just seems that bad things always seem to happen to me. Of course no one sees it that way. They see it as quite the opposite. I actually have very good balance and great hand-eye coordination. I am just not as embarrassed to point out my own weakness as everyone else is. Plus everyone has a good laugh when someone they know injures themselves. Since I am the type of person who will forgo his own pride to help someone else feel good, I usually joke about myself. Minus the laughing part, writing is the same way. I have weakness. I make mistakes. Yet, I continue to write. Why? Because the only way to improve is to make them. To recognize them. To accept them. They are just as much a part of me as the color of my eyes, or my supposed ability to always cause an accident.
I subscribe to A LOT of different blogs about writing. It helps me to see how others write. It helps me to find my own voice. And sometimes it also gives me information that will help in the long run. Many of the blogs that I read are about copywriting. Some, but not enough, are just about writing in general. It seems the hottest topic lately is about creating your platform, or fan base. I am always hearing I should do this, and I should do that. I reminds me of marketing. Here I have no tips to offer. I just know that since I have started this series, I have increased the amount of my followers by about 30. I know that doesn’t sound like much, but I do not promote this. I just post it and let it go. I only talk about it with my writing groups and on this blog. So to get new followers every time I post, gives me a great sense of accomplishment.
Back to the accidents. It seems that every 2 to 3 years I end up in the hospital. My friends seem to think it is because I am clumsy. They couldn’t be more wrong. When I end up hurt around them, it is because of their actions, not mine. Do I point this out to them? No. I know it is because they have been coddled and told they do no wrong all their lives. Does this bother me? Again, no. Some people just never seem to grow. Some people seem never to be able to take off the blinders of childhood. All through out childhood and my adolescent years, I was told repeatedly that I had the skills and creativity to be a great writer. When I applied what I was told in the real world, my blinders were ripped off like the breath had been knocked out of me. I cannot tell you how many times THAT has happened to me. The breath, not the blinders. Being the 3rd child of 4, I had the privilege of seeing my parents as the amazing PEOPLE they are. Not the illusionary figures that my brothers and sister hold my parents. It never hurts me as much when the blinders get ripped off. I grow, I change, I adapt. The same with my writing.
Well i have rambled on for long enough now.
Happy writing everyone.