One writer's brain

It’s foolish, some part of my being keeps telling me, to write without the certainty of an audience.

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At this point, I don’t know that anyone is reading this blog. In fact, I’ve told very few about it yet. Who could be reading? What is a writer without an audience?

Here’s what I know: Something inside this brain compels me to write. I must do it. I often avoid doing it because there is no audience, no forum or no topic that comes to mind, but the words always come. A writer’s brain — this writer’s brain — cannot suppress the words.

And they come very easily. Grammar is no problem for me. Sentences complete themselves. Words are always there. A reason to write is not. That’s why this blog must succeed this time. I’m desperate to communicate something, and we can find out together whatever it is — whoever you are, if you’re reading at all.

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One comment

  1. I think if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there, there is still a noise, but it sure is better for someone to hear it.

    I write physician bluegrass fiction. It is all I know, but I know it well.

    Write about what you know that is unique and the curious will come, because they have to learn.

    Good luck, and stay with it. I had mine up a year before it got any serious traffic. At first it was all I could do to get my mama to read it.

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