Is it Me?

I peruse a variety of blogs, most of which are wildly more successful than mine. And by wildly successful, I mean hundreds of followers hang on their words. Or at least more than thirty. Others' writing style and topics obviously speak to people.

What the fuck am I doing wrong?

Do I curse too much?

Maybe it's all the politics and personal chitchat I try to pass off as a form of amusement? Is it the gay? Do I share too much? Or, gulp, am I the kind of asshole who thinks there's no way I could be an asshole? I can't forgo what I write about; if I didn't share myself completely I feel like I could no longer call myself a writer.

So how do I appeal to a larger audience? How do I garner interest in my writing and hook more fans for life?

If I had money I could pay people to read. If I was religious I could pray for followers. If I was a butcher I could sacrifice a chicken. As a vegan I suppose I could stab a bag of flour and hurl it off my deck but I don't think that is going to get me anywhere.

I'd say my feelings are hurt but I'd only be saying it to add dramatic flare. My ego as a writer doesn't revolve around how many people follow me. The issue at hand is what if I get published and only twenty-seven people buy my book?

Writing. Career. Over.

Still, I'm grateful for my followers. To the twenty-seven of you out there, know you're exceptional, supremely intelligent. My ego at least knows that much. (Wink.)