My Writing

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Will you keep my secrets?

Well, dear reader, I'll take your silence to mean that I've pretty much done myself in here (as a blogger, that is). And, honestly, I deserve the silent treatment.

When you ignore a relationship long enough, eventually, it will fall apart, as this one has done.

The thing is, I know you're still out there, lurking in the internetian shadows (yep...I just made that fucking word up). My stats show me that you're watching and following me, even if you aren't speaking to me right now. And like any good manipula-...ARTIST!, I know if I use the right words, you'll come back.

I'm just over here hemming and hawing and putting shit off...mostly out of fear. So, let's dissect that a bit, shall we?

As an amateur writer, I worry that I just won't have enough time to keep this it up, that it shouldn't be a priority when I've got a struggling marriage, a difficult child, and a mentally-challenging, full-time (paying) job. I only have so many fucking hours in a day, and as it is, I struggle to make the best use of them.

I also worry about sharing my innermost personal details on the internet...the honesty it takes, and the intricate web that must be woven to protect myself from being "found out."

But writing...

It's how my soul speaks. And how my head listens.

It doesn't really matter what I write about...it just needs to come from within. And if it doesn't, it stagnates. It pools in the base of my bowel and blackens until it rots. I'm pretty sure it's the root cause of my depressive episodes. Because I damn well know it's the muse of my bipolar risings from the depths. When I stop writing, I stop feeling. And when I start again, I sometimes feel too much.

So, I'm coming back slowly. As I consider what I want my website to be, and what readers really want from it (fiction, poetry, personal experience, photography, one, all?). I get my greatest readership when I publish on Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday, and [e]lust. But, I'd like to figure out how simply to build my own strong following. And that takes resilience...a lot of writing and a lot of networking. And then - once the tribe is built...it takes a lot of responsibility and care.

That's where I've sort of fallen on my face. I get close to the peak...and then I freak out. What if I fail? What if it doesn't work? The commitment it will take is sometimes overwhelming. Commitment scares me so much that I can't even fucking spell the word...I have to spellcheck it every god damned time!

Eventually, if I whisper sweetly enough and often enough, I know you'll tell me. You'll tell me what you want to hear. You'll let me in. You'll answer my call with a sigh and a resigned need. And the fire will re-ignite.

That's how lust works. It's how the writer/reader relationship works.

I hold the match, but it's useless without the friction you provide to light it.

I write a lot for myself. I've got journals filled with random, fragmented thoughts. And maybe that's what you want. Maybe that's what I've got to offer. My random, fragmented thoughts. The voyeur in you just wants a piece of that. And if I give it to you...if I lay myself bare, well now...there's the real fear, right?

What if you reject it? What if you reject me?

It's always possible. But, I think I just need to remove everything in the middle and begin writing directly to YOU - instead of my husband (even if the intention is veiled...I always know he's reading) or myself or some random, faceless crowd. Just you. It's much more intimate. Much more "hush, I'm telling you a secret...please don't tell...."

And that's where I do my best work anyway. In the dark, with a glass of wine, the quiet, and a slightly bitten lip, as I consider just how much information is too much. I guess with you, it's never too much, right? In fact, with you, too much is just right.

That's what I love about sex-blogging. TMI just doesn't exist. In this community, we just rip the fucking covers off and show our nakedness like paint-smeared warriors - "Fuck you, prudish, hypocritical world! We're out here...and we're writing about all the things you say we shouldn't but secretly read in the cover of darkness." Because that might be you, too. You might be one of those hypocrites. And if you are, you need me. You might be disgusted by what I have to say, but you need to read it.

You might also be like me. Maybe what I write validates you and your experience.

Or maybe you just want me...and what I write gets you off.

No matter who you are or why you come here, I've let you down. I've let you slip away into the night. And now I want you back.

So hear this, as I whisper through the wires...I'm going to tell you a secret....a whole string of secrets...




3 comments:

  1. And I will be hear, following along, reading your secrets :)

    Rebel xox

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    1. I love you...you are like the most loyal reader and cheerleader - and you make me feel so welcome and good!

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  2. I've often felt the same way in terms of falling behind on posts. The internet is such a screaming void, that takes and takes and takes, giving back only as much as you put into it.

    Keep at it, because if you can find the time, I should be be able to as well... You've got the match, the flame is alive; so grab a candle and let's see how bright it can get.

    Cheers,
    Octavia

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