Note to the two of you still reading my blog
Once upon a time, I was passionate about this blog. I derived great pleasure in sidling up to it most mornings and unloading whatever form of creativity surfaced that day. I intended the blog to house artistic expressions from my head and the gifted skulls of others. I would grow my very own Gertrude Stein, Parisian salon right here on my computer screen.
Then someone gave me advice.
Provide information, they said. Don’t muse so much unless you are going to repeat the same words over and over to improve your SEO. (I asked what SEO was and who the heck cared about it?)
Apparently, if I wanted any eyeballs to drink in my bloggy blog, I needed it. And, I needed it improved.
I listened like a good blogging student and blogged about books , blogged about publishing, tried to distill my sixteen years in the business into little bytes that would enlighten aspiring authors and amuse the seasoned ones. I would also use my blog to showcase books and authors that I currently work with.
This made some of them very happy. They didn’t care how many people read or didn’t read my blog. Authors, as a breed, are generally grateful to see their name and their book (preferably with a book cover) in almost any public medium. Gluttons for attention, in a good way.
I was building an audience. I was building steam. I was getting good at this rapid fire, short form style of communication and was having a bit of fun with it.
Then came, “THE BOOK.” In spite of all I know about the business and how much of it is currently in peril, I myself, morphed into a would-be author. Part masochist part lover of a challenge I picked up my pen and began my very own tome. Whether or not this has anything to do with a death urge, I committed to spill my guts on the same computer screen daily, no longer to blog but for this entirely other purpose. All the time I spent typing away would have to focus on the subject of my book.
I’ll give you a hint. It’s for women.
Now that I’ve narrowed the audience for you, I have to apologize for leaving you out of my current creative process and ask you to be patient with me. I promise it will be worth it. I may even grow a tributary blog that will invite you into the private world that is my book.
In the meantime, let me know if you’re enjoying the occasional iphoto snapshot. Are you still loving the sunrise/sunset views from my penthouse terrace as much as I am?
Is there anybody still out there?
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I read your blog! And I tell other people to read it! What’s that??? 10?
I guess NOW we’re already at 5?!
Kim,
I saw your Facebook “To the 2 people who still read my blog” and thought I should make it 3. haha
Good luck on writing your book. I bet I know a publisher that might look at it.
I still need your sage wisdom!! xo
Still here — still cheering you on!
Cute Kim! Your like me leaving people hanging about what the book is about.
Well I am glad you are writing about women and not men! haha! 