I am an indecisive person. Truth is, I haven’t been posting much to my blog except for the Brigit’s Flame entries because I find myself struggling with what to post. Reading about creating a blog seems to always point in the direction of niche blogging. What’s my niche though?
It can’t just be writing. Only other writers will ever find that helpful. I want to spread my net further than that. I know the end goal is to hopefully meet people and find people who enjoy reading what I write so that I can become a published author. How does one get there though?
I feel like I am a boring person and people won’t be interested in what I have to write. And honestly, I can’t picture myself picking a niche and writing ONLY about that for the rest of my life. That doesn’t seem fun.
I’m a story teller. I’m a writer. I love fiction and stories about people and their experiences. Is that enough for people to want to come here though? There is no “How-to” article or list that I can really write for that.
How do I explain what the purpose of this place is if all it is is storytelling? Is it entertainment? What if I’m not entertaining? What if you read my posts and decide it’s not worth sticking around?
We all want to make connections. It’s human nature. However, there’s always that pressure of finding common ground and connecting. As a super shy person, it is difficult to overcome that. However, I do want to connect to others.
I don’t even know.
I do know that I want to become a better writer and get used to having my work out there in the unknown land of the published word. I want to get used to critiques and feedback, but I want to be surrounded by more than just writers. Don’t get me wrong. I love meeting other writers; they have insight I don’t always have. However, I want to meet more than just writers too, or I worry we may run out of things to say!
So, if you’ve made it this far, you’ve discovered a wild blog struggling to discover what it is. Coincidentally, it’s written by a woman trying to figure out who she is too and what she wants to do with her life. I can’t guarantee it’ll be entertaining, but I guess life isn’t always like that either. I can’t guarantee that there’s even a point to it all in the end; all I know is that it exists because I exist.