
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.
Published on September 04, 2016 07:43