For Over a Decade · 16 March 2019
I started writing this blog over a decade ago. (Not this particular post.) Hard to believe I am still writing with so few readers (both real and imaginary).
I used to think I was going to be the next Erma Bombeck or Dave Barry. Not just funny. But funny and popular enough to have a syndicated column. After suffering obscurity since 2007, I do not have those aspirations anymore. I would just like to have a few more real readers. And I would like to stop losing any readers (both real and imaginary).
If you ask most would be writers, they will tell you that they have the next best seller in their minds. The problem is that they never get it onto paper or into their computers. They never send inquiries or seek agents. They just dream of being the next James Michener or Stephen King or Amy Tan or whoever their favorite author might be. Which is the problem. They just dream. I ought to know. I was there for many years. Just dreaming.
Do not get me wrong. I have written lots of stuff since before the start of my blog. The year 2007 was not the beginning. It was just the time when I was getting published in a local small town newspaper. It was the time when I started getting serious. After all, I must have been serious if I started writing one day a week and posting that same day. Right? Maybe. At least I started a writing routine. Which turned into a much more disciplined routine a few years later. That was when I became a real writer. Or at least more than a wannabe. More than just a dreamer. More than somebody who says they want to write. I actually wrote. And I still write. Six days a week. Pretty much every week.
I still have thoughts of having my writing grace somebody’s best selling list. But those thoughts do not take up much of my time. After all, I have too many other things demanding my time. More than enough writing projects to start, edit, and edit some more. More than enough work to do.
I may not ever make anybody’s best seller list, but I do have enough content out there on the internet to garner a little interest every once in a while. Even from people I do not know. And believe it or not, people even buy my digital books every once in a while. (I had two months in a row where I sold a book. Imagine that.)
Still, the part that I find most incredible about my writing is that I have been blogging since 2007. I might have missed a couple weeks in there somewhere, but I have consistently posted something each week since March 2007. I know. If you look back, you will see some that are posted before then, but they were pre-MM. They were written before MediocreMan.com actually existed.
I must say that it was quite fun to have my stuff printed in actual newspapers in the area. It was not a long run, but it was still fun to get comments from people who saw a piece I wrote. Just like it is fun to get comments in the digital world too.
There might not be any blogger awards. And even if there were, I am sure I would not be vying for top honors any time soon. And I know I am not going to be the next Erma Bombeck or Dave Barry. But I am proud of my accomplishments as a writer so far. I am proud to say that I have been blogging and writing for so long. And even if nobody reads what I write, I still consider myself a writer.
So yes. If a tree falls in the woods without anybody there to hear it, it still makes a sound. And yes. If a person writes but nobody reads the words, that person is still a writer. Even if the writer/blogger has had just a few faithful readers for over a decade.
© 2019 Michael T. Miyoshi
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