What do you call a person who makes it a point to know your business? One who comes to your place and rifles through your stuff and then shouts to the masses the dirt that they find? Some would call that a creeper, stalker, or a troll. Know what I call it? A secret admirer.
No apologies, right?
I had someone call me a “porn writing freak”, or something to that tune yesterday. More sweet words from my secret admirer. You cut me deep, luv.
Initially I was upset and then I realized that I’m writing what I like. My faith and my writing may not match up, but I never claimed chastity or piety (I’d be a liar then). I’ve not done half of it, but that’s the beauty of writing. Taking a thought, a fantasy, an impossibility and transferring it into written words that touch someone else. Or arouses them, or makes them think, or even makes them angry. It’s a reaction because ultimately if you react I know you felt something!
And you’re feeling a lot right now, aren’t you?
I was set to write something discussing niche as a writer. Where do I fit as both a writer and blogger when it comes to attracting readers? What should I be talking about? Who should I be?
But I realized that’s not important. If I write it, they will come. They will react and my work here is done. So maybe I’ll discuss my views on my place as a writer some other time. I’ll leave you with some Ed Sheeran. While I have a literary crush on Remittance Girl, Ed writes lyrics that make my heart go pitter patter.
For my secret admirer on St. Patty’s Day. 🙂
Oh, the trouble I attract!