I’m a horrible person to follow. Wait. Following me makes me feel awful. It freaks me out. I have a gigantic ego, I think, but it looks like Swiss cheese; full of holes. The last couple of days of posting after some time away, I picked up 10 (or is it ten) new followers and I’ve been paralyzed and depressed ever since. I felt like, Oh God, now I’ll never get to write!
Please believe I don’t like posting what a neurotic case I
sometimes am. But more to the point is that the blank page itself frightens me, which uses up a LOT of energy, so that when I turn on my computer to write, I don’t have the energy to read and like and comment on other people’s stuff. I do like doing those things but I find that then I don’t have anything left-over for me.
Too, I’m not into the whole Like for Like thing. I’m 56! Please.
Anyway. I’m still going to follow a favorite few, can’t help that. It’s just that I’d like to do some short story writing more, and meta writing less.
I’m grateful to the people who have followed me, I truly am. You made me feel like someone, like a writer. You supported me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I love this line from the Wizard of Oz: I’m not a bad man; I’m just a very bad wizard.
NOTE: I only deleted my Follow widget. I guess I’ll have to upgrade to be able to make the Follow link at the top of the page be gone. :/