Stories Is More Than Connecting With Readers – It’s a Blog Writer’s Bread and Butter

Lately I noticed I am talking to myself, a lot.

Yeah my goal has been to be the best writer I can possibly be, for a long time. It’s a challenge that’s become personal and I can’t put it down. I don’t want to put it down, either. I dream about being the best I can be.

I think about writing, every minute of the day. I wake up thinking it. Go to sleep thinking about it. In public I’m thinking about it. I forget to eat sometimes because I am thinking about it eating gets in the way.

I didn’t notice this until one day I notice it. I talk to myself an awful lot.

Yeah, of course in public I talk softly. But still, my lips are moving. I am a little embarrassed, even more shocked, and a little worried people might start staring. I mean, isn’t this just one step short from having guys in white coats from the asylum chasing you down the street screaming? Isn’t it?

However If I am going crazy I’m having fun getting there. My writing seems to be improving a lot and I love it. And yet, again, maybe I have taken good advice, “Read what you write out loud’, a inch too close to the edge of sanity.

Or, still, could it be I am just becoming the writer that I dreamt of becoming? Maybe that day has arrived? And I’m just not ready to admit it, or even able to accept it? I don’t know.

I just hope I’m not knocking on the door to the Mental Hospital.

Who knows? But, can I ask you just one question? Would scream “Crazy Person”, pointing a finger at me? Or would you say…”Dam funny story!’