Why Publish?
I made my first newsletter yesterday, something so small that took me so much time. I’m on such a learning curve when it comes to this stuff. But I did it, and I am quite proud of myself for getting it done. It’s nothing special. I don’t have but a little more than 100 people to send it to, but it’s another part of me and who I am that I share with the loyal friends and fans that I do have. If you'd still like to sign up, simply go to my home page here. It's a very quick sign up. rbobrien.weebly.com/Some days, it’s just really easy to throw in the towel. To give up. To say—why am I doing all this? Why spend so much time writing and publishing? Sales fluctuate up and down. People rarely review. I’m not sure what works and what doesn’t regarding promotion and sales. The answer is simple, and I’ve said this before. I write because I am a writer. I write what is a secret part of me. I write what I can’t share in my real life. I write because I think I would implode if I didn’t.
Yes. I write fiction for the most part. But with each tale I spin, there is a part of my real essence, a dark part of who I really am that manifests itself within the ink. It’s a safe place to express dark desires, kinks, and fantasies. It’s the haunted house you don’t really want to stay in but explore. It’s the movie you pray isn’t real and wish it were in the same breath, the living of it from a safe confine.
With each story, I learn more about myself. And some of my stories have been censored, by me, by a publisher, by an innate fear of judgement. I wish I’d stop that. But I guess, I’m only willing to go so far, reveal just so much. I guess I’m not fully ready to admit who I really am…but I’m not ready to give up and stop the journey. So for now, I call myself a writer, because quite frankly, I have no choice. I am who I am, just different versions of myself.
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Sep 11, 2016 04:10PM
I'm glad you didn't give up, I hope you never do. A writer? Yes, ma'am a damn good one. I wish I could find time just to sit and read everything you have written, but right now I barely manage to find time to take a full breath. So I wait, I read tidbits and snippets and as much as I can. I feel like I know you just a little more with each little morsel. Hidden? Yes, ma'am. I made a living out of seeing what couldn't be seen, finding what was supposed to not be found. Do I know R.b. O'Brien? No, ma'am not in the slightest, yet for someone that barely gives me a glimps of her, I know enough. I am closer to you than people I have known my whole life. I know enough to call you a friend. I know enough to call you family. I won't dig and I won't pry, even though it's my nature to find the answer to the unanswerable. I will respect your privacy and wait, but know this, when you are ready to stop hiding, there will be no judgement. Only acceptance. From me anyway and anyone who judges will miss out on knowing the true essence of beauty, compassion, kindness and loyalty. Be you R.b. because those that are worth revealing yourself to, will always accept you for exactly who you are.
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Tim Dutton--that made me well up. Thank you. First, for being you; second, for taking the time to read my drivel and then comment on it, and third, for knowing how to make someone feel special. You are one in a million. And yes, you do know me. Because you have given me safety. YOU keep writing too! You have a gift and I'm grateful to have bits and pieces of you too.
If you can quit, then quit. If you can't... then you're a writer. :)Or, if you prefer: *in Hagrid's voice* "Yer a writer, O'Brian!" :)
R.B. wrote: "Tim Dutton--that made me well up. Thank you. First, for being you; second, for taking the time to read my drivel and then comment on it, and third, for knowing how to make someone feel special. You..."Thank you, R.b. Just had to say, that I believe the only way to make someone feel special, is if they truly are special. So feel, believe and know, you are special R.b. and I am proud to know you.
