You can’t please everyone, so you have to please yourself.
Writing is the same as every endeavor in life. If you’re not pleased with what you write, it’s not likely anyone else will be. I write to attract readers, knowing, not everyone will be interested in what I have to say.
What attracted readers? Was it sensationalism? Click bait? After the click, nothing of value remained, therein. If that was required for success, count me out.
In my opinion, there’s too much, “my opinion matters, yours doesn’t” these days. Which leads to another conundrum. How much non-conformity does it take to become conformity?
I intend to respect all opinions–whether I agree with them or not. And, in turn, I would like to be respected.
Never had a pet duck. There were plenty of cats, dogs, chickens, calves, rabbits, and pigs. Not that I had anything against ducks.
When I grew up on the farm, there were so many mother cats with kittens, we kids struggled to name them all. One kitten was christened, “Little Bitty Wild Man,” another named “Meowy.” Then the genetic experiment went amiss, distemper struck, and only the strongest survived.
Inanimate objects like automobiles didn’t have personalities, but they did have quirks. Mostly due to deferred maintenance and a long succession of owners. Left rear doors closed reluctantly. Heaters worked, full-blast only–if at all. Windows wouldn’t roll down or up. Worn, three-speed stick shift linkages tested patience. Frequently stuck in second gear.
Nothing like the thrill of going into a skid on rain-slick roads, because one of the tires was bald. There was only money for used tires. Money is no longer the problem it once was. Procrastination, however, still is.
My laptop computer overheated and shut down for a long time before it was repaired. Other things took priority. I have two PC’s, and the laptop worked in 5-10 minute spurts, before it had to be shut down.
The worst quirk–it sometimes wouldn’t shut down, without the battery being removed. Why did I put up with it? I’ve put up with quirky things my entire life, and see them as challenges to overcome. I know, I’m not alone. Toilet tank handle jigglers, please raise your hands. Put them down. I can’t see them anyway.
Protesters, watched from afar
On living room flat screens
Days weren’t always sunny
Some jokes weren’t funny
To those with sweat-drenched bodies
When gnats, mosquitoes, swarmed
Above kudzu choked landscapes
Where catfish swam in murky waters
Death and taxes, the only certainties
Yet, no one demanded to be rescued
Morning skies were bright red-orange. Weather radar indicated storms were inevitable today.
The worst weather possible for primary elections. Turnouts today, would be even lower than usual. Which would mean runoff elections and more trips to the polling station.
To make things more difficult, the new designated location was five miles away, instead of just around the corner. I set out with umbrella at the ready. The new location found, with only one wrong turn into a golf course subdivision.
The ballot was a full slate of candidates for state, county, and local offices. Other than gubernatorial, state supreme court, and a few county judges–the rest of the candidates were unfamiliar. Not the best way to make informed decisions.
Life was rain
Loud as thunder
Lead to here
But, not there
Couldn’t have it both ways
What price a soul?
Sensationalist headlines. “Rinsed, lathered, repeated” periodically. Perhaps for benefit of those with short-term memory problems.
The Trump, Macron friendship tree disappeared. Where had it gone? Evil conspiracy implied. Trees had roots, not legs. Turned out it was quarantined as required, by humans in the agriculture department.
Best states in which to retire? Worst states in which to retire? Best states to visit on vacation? Worst states to visit on vacation? Not speaking in geographical terms, I would most like to be in the states of happiness and contentment; least desired states, would be sadness and desperation.
Yesterday was annual physical day for the two wonder mutts. They ran through the entire gamut of emotions, from the elation of going for a car ride, to disappointment, and fear at the Veterinarian’s office. All turned out for the best.
Gambling is illegal in the state of mind, I’m in. –Melanie Safka, from the ‘Nickel Song,’–
Was a hunky
Hunk of a man
With a terrible temper
At a local honky-tonk
In a moment
Of sloppy sentiment
Let it slip
He had money
Had nothing to do
With being lucky or hunky
More about blowing his horn
A few fist fights later
The money was gone
All else being the same
No one else was to blame
Uncle Monkey realized too late
He should have stayed home
Reality trickled into his thick head
It was better to be hunky than dead