But when it comes to putting up these posts, I always feel that I’m a little bit…I wouldn’t quite say a fraud, but I wouldn’t say it’s totally me.
The problem goes back a bit. I’ve never been one for talking about myself. When I used to read those columns you see in newspapers and magazines where so-called celebrities blab on about nothing much in particular except themselves, I always thought that I could never do that. To be honest, I thought you’d have to be pretty up-yourself to even manage it.
I thought the same about blogging. Why would I want to have a blog? Why would I want to talk about myself? Who would be interested in reading it anyway?
Then I became a published writer. Of course, being the captain clueless I usually am, I hadn’t put any thought into what I might need to do to actually get people to buy my book. So I was in catch-up mode pretty quick. And what was one of the first pieces of advice I saw pretty much everywhere?
You’ve got to have a blog.
Holy crap! How am I supposed to do that? What am I supposed to say? Am I going to have to become one of those people going on and on about themselves that I had so heartily despised?
I guess the answer is yes and no. Here I am, on my blog, and I suspect I’m rabbiting on about myself as much as any of those so-called celebrity columnists. But I still don’t quite feel the same. I kind of feel that the me I’m rabbiting on about isn’t quite the real me. It’s just a pretend sort of me that I make up on the spot. At least that’s what I tell myself. Maybe that’s what all those other bloggers and celebrities tell themselves to.
Anyway, that’s about it for now. So what are you doing? Can’t you find something more useful to do than reading a bunch of blathering about a person who may not even be me? Go outside. Get some sun.
Have a great weekend.
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