Pressing words

I will try not to be boring. I will try not to drivel. I will try not to be overly self-indulgent. I will try to be relevant. And I will try to write as best as I know how.

That suggests I may know how to write. I lay no such claim. I merely try. I’ve gone on rants and ramblings and have been randomly musing about stuff. This is as specific as I can make it: stuff. That could be just about anything and it pretty much was.

You see, as much as I may write for myself, I am increasingly aware that this may very well be read by someone. You’re a living, breathing human being just like myself – at least I hope you are. If you are not, please email me, I want to know more.

You’re a reader and readers have certain expectations. I know I do. You don’t want to be underestimated. You may want to be entertained, understood, provoked, engaged, any or all of the above.

I don’t think you want to hear me moan or whinge. I do have a journal that is a pretty good sounding board for those things, never mind that it never gives me any advice that I didn’t feed it with first.

But I have feelings and sometimes I am vocal about them. I have interests and the more I love a subject, the more passionate I feel about it and, surprisingly, the better I write about it. In my humble opinion anyway.

You’re here, because you are a reader. Chances are that you also like to write and that you have a blog. Well, thanks for stopping by. I do appreciate your time.

If you feel so inclined to comment, I appreciate it even more. I am an amateur with a long journey ahead of me and so much to learn.

The writers I love I find myself in awe of.

Will I ever be as good as them? Probably not, but I can try.

I may write for myself and write what I would want to read, but that doesn’t mean I won’t respect you, dear reader. I won’t pander to you, but I won’t underestimate you and I won’t give you a red herring that you can uncover in two seconds flat. I may mislead you, but only in good fun. That will be the entertaining bit for both of us.

I may not come here every day. But I will come here and maybe we can talk. If you don’t want to listen any more, do tell me. I don’t ever want to be one of those writers that you have to force yourself to read out of some obligation.

You’re welcome to stop following me. I won’t hold it against you. I don’t know you. But if you do unfollow me, tell me why, but don’t be unkind. That’s my only request.

So, consider this a promise for me to do my very best. If you feel that I’m breaking it or have broken it somehow, let me know.

This isn’t easy for me, but I somehow felt it necessary. I’m not usually someone who reaches out. But every now and then a “hi, hello, how are you and welcome” is necessary.

As is “thank you for stopping by”.


About 2clouds

I am many things, most of them I am 100%, some of them 150%, none of them just half. I write, I read, I dream, I travel. I question. And I'm always looking for answers. No dream is impossible.
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