I started off by writing a major told-you-so post about #Trump and #Elections2016. Wanna read what I wrote? Head over to the bottom of this post. I’ll put it there in italics. Not that it matters. We can only look ahead now. No use, as no one in my family used to say, whining because there’s only soup and cheese toast for dinner.
No let’s talk about something interesting. Me.
I mean what could be more interesting to me, other than Me? I. Me. Mine. Yep. That’s all I want, I need, I wish to talk about. Me, moi and myself alone. And if you don’t want to talk about it with me, that’s fine too. I’m quite happy talking to myself. This is going to be one of those useless posts. You should be familiar with them by now. They do try to say something. However, as you know, by now, I say it in such a roundabout way that you get bored and turn to watch cute cat videos. Mind you, I wouldn’t watch a cat video. Cats are not cute. No. Never.
So let me be direct. I can’t write.
There! I said it. I can’t. I haven’t. I finished the play and it is just sitting there, unused, unwanted, unpromoted. I’ve been told I’m too shy to shop it around. I’m not marketing it well. I think I’m not marketing it at all. I got to the point of setting up a Kindle Direct account. I tried various draft book covers and rejected them all. A friend offered to help. She did and did a pretty good job of it. I asked for some changes. I’m supposed to send stuff to her. I haven’t.
The truth is. I’m scared. What if it is a total piece of crap? The 3 people who have read it seem not to think it is utter crap. Which means it may be a little crappy, but not totally crappy. I’m really, really wondering about what I should do. In this situation all I can do is sit around, worrying. I’ve done precisely that. It hasn’t helped. What it has done is turn off the Tap of Words completely. The Well is dry. No words come welling up. Barren. Arid. The written word eludes me. I think I may have been deluded into thinking I should write. I used to have so much fun here. Now even this blog has become a chore.
Apparently, from what I can tell, I don’t seem to have any promoters. Thus my NPS ( Net Promoter Score ) is = zero. Now, NPS is the latest, greatest thing to hit the market when you are trying to market something into your intended market. The fact that my NPS = 0 is trying. I’m trying to explain how trying it is. It’s a trial. I’m a trial… so my Beloved Bangalan says. On the happier side of this trial by promoter, the NPS runs in a range from -100 to +100. Zero really means I have no detractors. No promoters, either, as we’ve already established. Apathy runs deep here at SloWord. I mean, my readership is apathetic, not me. I’m not at all apathetic. Pathetic, maybe, but not Apathetic. I’m told I’m also not empathetic or even sympathetic.
What it means is this. I’m perfectly balanced. I suppose I should feel proud of being so well-balanced.
But I’m not. Therefore, here are some cute puppies. ( No. Cats not allowed! ).
I want to be happy – like that cute Golden Retriever! Make me happy! Say nice things! Tell your friends ( or enemies ) to come over and say stuff at me! Tell me it’s ok! The world hasn’t gone completely bonkers! Reassure me!
Remember, though: it’s “there, there, there”. Not: “They’re, their, there”. ( Ever a grammar nut.. )
Would you like to read an excerpt from Ye Famouse Playe? To kinda help you make up your mind? Do let me know.
< I said I would post the election post here. Post the writing of this post, I’ve decided not to post it here. Instead, I shall post it as it’s own post. Post my posting it as it’s own post, feel free to read it. And post your comments on the post. >
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Was really interesting to read! Not exactly useless?
No? Thanks then!!
There is always a lull before a storm and the words may pour out as torrents and inundate all your readers …those puppies are cute and thankfully there are not selfish cats around:)
I do hope it’s just a lull!! There will be never be any cats near me… never, never, never.
Oh my, that is some serious writer’s angst! Cats would definitely help. I just know it.
🙂 See, I haven’t really seen myself as a writer. It’s just been a very frustrating period, with so many stalled stories. Just can’t seem to get my head around a way out.
But at least you’ve PRODUCED something. I’ve written nothing that’s not either work, blog or sporadic silly diary entries 😉
True. But I thought you said you ha d a short story… offer still stands, if you want an honest and private review .
I appreciate it! Luckily, I’m over that story now, haha. It was terrible. I don’t know what got into me…
Enjoyed the dog pics!
Hahahaha! I like dogs much, much better than cats..