It’s time for another blogging break. This will be my last post until December and you know what that means: I won’t be blogging again until December.
The wild call of fiction-writing known as NaNoWriMo is yapping in my ears—not unlike those adorable little dudes up top. Why do they have to turn out to be such assholes? The hyenas, I mean. Not my writing. Although it can be kind of offensive sometimes (see below).
Ever since I started this blog, I’ve been freaked out. I’m not freaked out now about the same kind of stuff I was when I started, but because I haven’t felt equipped to explain in a crisp elevator speech what my blog is about.
Every time I’ve tried, I’ve felt like the damn elevator cable broke and I was plummeting fifty stories, turning my undies fifty shades of brown.
Everything I’ve read online about blogging screams “specialize,” “find your niche,” “don’t be a generalist,” “home in, home in!”
Here’s the problem with that: I’m a writer, but my blog is not about giving writerly advice. So what do I write about then?
Well, for starters and like all good writers, or at least writers who want people to read what they’ve written, I need to keep in mind the importance of developing my “platform.”
Does anyone else read that word and think of diving headfirst into a teacup?