I plopped down on my bed, exhausted, bringing up the blog stats, staring in amazement at the traffic generated from my Comic Con Gude posts.
So, that went well.
Yes, it did.
Lots of traffic. Lots of readers. Awesome job.
Thank you.
Now what?
What do you mean?
I mean, the iron is hot. Time to strike!
Um…what exactly am I striking?
Sigh, I’m your inner monologue, lady. Do you really need me to verbalize it for you?
Indulge me.
You are a writer. Well, an aspiring writer. Either way, you’ve written something a few people have actually read and liked. Shouldn’t you…you know, write something else?
I write all the time — scripts, resumes and cover letters, emails, tweets, Facebook statuses…
…and so far, have any of those pieces of writing done anything for you like those two blog posts did?
Well, no…I mean, there’s the sci-fi pilot.
Oh here we go again. You got your option back. You’ll have to find a new interested party. It doesn’t really count. Is it generating you an income? Getting you a job? No!
Wait, I’m not getting paid for writing two posts about Comic Con.
No, you aren’t. But at least some people have seen it.
Okay, well you’re so smart, what should I write?
Sorry, what?
You brought it up. If those other writing projects of mine aren’t getting me any closer to a paid gig, what should I be writing? What other topics could I possibly cover on this blog that would do any of the things you think my writing should be doing?
…
That’s what I thought. Look, it’s ok. I’m a one-trick pony. We have to exist. One-hit wonders help the truly talented stand out. I am like the Spice Girls of blogdom.
And that’s ok with you?
Someday I’ll write something else remotely interesting. I hope. But one cannot expect me to crank out pithy, fascinating or informative stuff every day of the week. Certainly not for free.
Certainly not. So, back to working on your script pages?
Of course. Because honestly, isn’t it better to slave over writing that hardly anyone will ever read than to spew forth, babbling incoherently for all the internet to see?
So back into the hole?
Back into the hole. For now.
Posted under blogs, randomness
This post was written by Shawna on June 24, 2009
Conversations with yourself are fine. It’s when arguments with yourself turn to fisticuffs that you need to start worrying.
Get those pages done~~
you know i’ve had very similiar conversations with myself. in fact if you see a petite woman audibly arguing with herself at comic con this year it’ll probably be me.