I know you want to sing. See. I love to sing. Nothing makes me happier.I either wanted to be a singer or the head of the Ice Capades. Hey. Do you know who the Ice Capades are? Don’t roll your eyes. They were very cool.
I went to my mother who gave me this book…called Letters To A Young Poet. Rainer Maria Rilke.
He’s a fabulous writer. A fellow used to write to him and say: “I want to be a writer. Please read my stuff.” And Rilke says to this guy: “Don’t ask me about being a writer. lf when you wake up in the morning you can think of nothing but writing…then you’re a writer.”
I’m gonna saythe same thing to you. If you wake up in the mornin’ and you can’t think of anything
but singin’ first…then you’re supposed to be a singer girl.
(from Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit)
Sometimes people ask me about writing. Advice on getting started as a blogger, or can I tell them about opportunities that are out there.
If I’m completely honest I’m probably not the best person to ask.
I love to write. Love love love it. But I don’t do it as often as I’d like to. Or even as often as I should. I’m the Queen of Procrastination.
I’ve been blogging and writing for a long time. Hell, I started doing it before blogging even existed. When I first started sharing my life online it was November 2000, they were called online diaries and everyone looked at you like you were really weird if you told them you wrote a diary and shared it for anyone to read (I’ll admit it: I was an avid DiaryLand girl. And sometimes I still miss that oh so basic but so wonderful site.)
That’s 13 years. The idea of so many years of my life being online blows my mind. If my blog was a person it would be a stroppy girl kicking and screaming and complaining that it’s not fair. And no one understands it. And if only it could be noticed and allowed to do it’s own thing it would be brilliant. A star even.
As much as the teenage metaphor started off as just a bit of fun I do think its also it’s a valid one for writing.
It’s harder then it seems. People who don’t write think it’s an easy thing. People who are just starting out don’t always understand the work involved. And there will always be times when I email a site with an idea and they turn me down, or I read an article and think “I could have done better” if only they’d let me try.
I can give advice on writing and blogging. But I’m not sure I should.
I’d probably just say its hard but it can be really worth it and you can get a lot out of it. Blogging is a great way to start in my opinion.
I could tell you about writing opportunities. If I googled them first. And I’m kinda selfish.
I put the work in. I found what was out there and made it happen. The two main other sites I write for are invitation only. I worked hard to get my slots. It makes me angry when people just expect me to get them slots on invitation only sites or let them guest post on my blog and then get annoyed with me when I say no (note for people thinking about guest blogging: do your research. I do not accept guest posts on my blog and even if I did most of what’s sent to me is a poor match. It seems they’ve just gone “disability blog” and not read any of my content).
I realise my saying no annoys you. I’ll say it again. Writing is hard work. Your expectation makes me feel you’re belittling my achievements. Your expectation pisses me off.
I could recommend articles and writers to other sites. But there’s no point in my doing so if I don’t think it’s right. My reputation is important to me and recommending or sharing the wrong stuff for the wrong site (or on my blog) could put that at risk.
I want to be helpful and support other writers. But I can’t do it for you. And I want to be a writer more than that.
The only way to be a writer is just to write.