It’s Taking me Way Too Long to Figure out This Internet Thing
I never knew it would be so stressful being a writer
I’ve always been a writer of sorts. I used to write in my diary every day, or nearly so, as a young girl, telling tales of my day and the happenings and gossip of my friends. I’d take pen to little notebook and jot down my feelings and mundane tasks that were done that day, but felt monumentally important to me, at least so much so that I had to write them down. I saved my diaries for years (perhaps I still have them in a box somewhere), right alongside the filled notebooks of scribbled pages that I called novels. Or, the start of novels.
I was always very good at starting projects, but never very good at finishing them. This is something that still plagues me today, at least when it comes to my personal projects.
Anyways, as I was saying…I have always been a writer of sorts. Putting pen to paper was never hard. Finding the words was rarely hard. When technology came roaring in, clacking away on keyboards with nothing but a little paperclip to guide my way wasn’t hard. But, this? This new world of writing and all of the platforms and social media and algorithms and SEO? It’s stressful as all get out.
