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Sorry, Readers
I’m just so fucking tired
I’ve read the articles about how to be successful here, how to leave comments and respond to readers and use algorithms and SEO and catchy titles and post often.
But I just have not been able to do that. I have had to make choices like Walter Mitty:
Walter Mitty:
[talking on cell phone while climbing a mountain]Hey Todd, I’m gonna keep this short. I have to make oxygen choices.
I can’t do All the Things. I’m surviving. I’m helping, giving, parenting, TRYING.
You know how it is.
I’m not going to pretend to be the Best One Here. I wouldn’t mind being the Good Medium Writer, making bank and engaging in awesome banter with the readers. In my mind, that’s what I should be doing.
But I don’t write unless it’s burning a hole in my heart and I’m willing to stay up late, when I can think and the puppy and/or offspring don’t need me.
I know I’m supposed to write at least two articles per week, and all that.
I have been in a very dark pit, for many reasons. I’m just happy to still sit down and get some words out, like EVER.