I think NIKE was in charge of the internets yesterday

My last post I may have mentioned that I might like to be a writer some day when I grow up.  Miss Britt said there is exactly one way to become a writer…. write.

It sounds so simple.  Just write.  I mean, that’s what I want to do, so why not just do it?

Then Aunt Becky writes Why I do what I do, about why she blogs.  But not just why she blogs, but why she blogs the way she does.   It seems that the ‘life blogs’ are a dying breed.  Blogs about real life.    About laughter, love, joy, sadness, tears, fears, embarrassments, failures, successes…. life.

My blog is just that.  It’s me, uncensored.  It’s my life.  I’d say unfiltered, but it’s filtered, it’s put through a spin cycle or two.  There are some things I’m too embarrassed to admit without some degree of spin.  But for the most part, This blog is (was when the archives were here.. will be again, when the archives are rebuilt) real.

Sure I don’t have a huge following.  Hell, Ill be honest, I would love to have more readers.  But I know that, like Britt said, “If you build it, they will come.”  If I write a blog worth reading I will have readers.  I just have to keep in the forefront of my mind, I’m not writing for an audience.  I write because I have to.  If I’m not writing here, I’m writing in notebooks, pen to paper, by hand.

Then, Dad Gone Mad, comes up with his 500 word a day challenge.  (The interwebs were apparently trying to tell me something yesterday.)  Again, there was the whole “Don’t just talk about it, sit down and just do it” message.  (The internet must have a contract with NIKE.)

Ok, so I get it. I hear you.  I get the message.  If I want to be a writer, the first step, the most important step is to shut up, stop talking about it and just start writing.  Of course it’s not going to be Pulitzer worthy.  It doesn’t have to be.  It’s not supposed to be.   All it has to be is, well, me.  Mine.  My voice.  My story.  My words.

There are no ads on my blog.  I don’t have enough readers to justify putting ads on here.  They wouldn’t make me any money, and they would just clutter up my side bar.  I don’t do reviews mainly because I’ve never been asked. I’ve never asked anyone if I could.  I’ve never put it out there that it is anything I’m even interesting in doing.  I don’t even know the first step to take to do that.  But I don’t want a review blog.  I don’t want to sell things.  I make no bones about my ability to sell.

I can’t.

Not even a dollar for 50 cents.

Not even a bottle of water in the Sahara.

It’s important to know your limitations.  I know I can’t sell.   I know that I can be a photographer if I put my mind to it and put in more practice.  And so with a lot of determination, I am going to be a writer.

500 words a day.

Every day.

Today, is day one.