My “Inner Critic” is a mixture of people. The most influential, my parents and grandparents, (may they rest in peace). …Liberally seasoned with my drill sergeant, a crusty old farmhand named Floyd, a pinch of Don Rickles and John Wayne added for extra zing.
What’s on your mind–you’ve been talking to yourself a lot lately? …Not a good sign. How’s it going?
I think I’m doing pretty good–staying on point. I’ve got a few followers and favorite blogs I follow.
Pretty good. That’s like kissing your sister. …Namby-pamby, everything is everything. Sometimes you make me sick. Do you still enjoy blogging?
I enjoy it most of the time. Sometimes it’s frustrating.
When is it frustrating?
When I start a post. Loneliness and self-doubt then stop in to visit.
If it’s that much trouble, why do it? There are easier hobbies. You look more like a stamp collector.
Thanks, I guess that was a compliment. I wondered what a typical stamp collector looked like? Blogging is an outlet for self-expression. It’s easier to express my thoughts in written form. Choosing topics is easy. After that it gets hard. I’ve given birth to an idea and feel a responsibility to do something meaningful with it.
You only come to me when you need something. There has to be more. Out with it, I’ve got other things to do–namely, take a nap. His sarcasm was less than subtle.
Why do posts, I’ve spent the most time on, get the fewest likes?
“Boo-hoo nobody likes me.” What are you, eight? Suck it up and move on. Maybe you were over thinking? Nobody likes a know-it-all. Did you know you came across as a history teacher?
No, I hadn’t given it much thought. What about my colorful character examples based on life experiences?
Characters, schmaracters–they’re from your life, not everyone elses. Were you writing a novel or a poem? What do you want to be–a writer or a poet? Pick one, take a stand, get off the fence, then be a damn good one, Pilgrim.
Maybe I should go back to guitar playing and forget about blogging? My musical side needs more expression.
Don’t run away every time you have self-doubts. Everybody’s got ’em. Do I need to remind you you’ll never be a rock star? Finish what you start. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re not going to hit a home run every time at bat. Seriously, did you think anyone, would find the image of a seedy used car salesman appealing?
I see what you mean. That’s good advice and I like baseball analogies.
Look at how far you’ve come. Your first ten posts were atrocious and you know it. There’s still more to learn. I liked your forays into photography–especially the mother dove and babies. The picture spoke for itself. I’m proud of you for not screwing it up with meaningless gibberish. Sometimes short and sweet is best.
You’re right. That was a good post. I’ll try to keep them coming.
Don’t try too hard–slow down, concentrate more on quality than quantity. Sometimes it’s more how you say something than what you say. Don’t be too obscure. You know in your head what you want to say, cut through the clutter and get to the point. Check out what other bloggers are doing. Be yourself. Put your own spin on something.
Thanks for the encouragement. We really need to talk more.
Promises, promises, I’ll stack these along with the other ones.
My wife is out searching for bargains and I’m a lonely Black Friday widower.
Sorry, I can’t help you with that. You’re starting to look a little chunky. Better do something about it. Get down and give me twenty! Are you really gonna’ publish this?
He had that “Don Rickles” characteristic smirk on his face. Yes, why?