My problem is more of a “you pretentious douche, who the hell would care to consume what you produce?”
I write like 2 sentences and then those thoughts start and it sucks all the motivation out of me because I just feel like a fool. Like I get people write books and people like to read them, but I can’t help but feel like an absolute toolbag for even trying to write.
I think a lot of creative types don’t get over that, but I know some start by doing it for themselves and then it’s just a bonus if anyone else likes it.
Thats kept me from blogging really. It seems…conceited ?
But I’ve reframed it in my head and blog about things just so I remember them or post recipes so they are easier to find and pull up. My site is like my “scratch notes”. If someone else finds it helpful, cool. Its more for me to have a place where I can go look up things I did with my homelab or send a link to my wife so she can make the beef stew we like.
I know it’s way easier said than done. But as someone who has just finally after 30+ years started to shut those voices up by focusing on something I wanted, not what I thought someone else would enjoy. And it’s helped me keep those voices at bay. It’s hard not to care and not to want the thing you make to be successful and for other people to like it. I may still never publish something. But the time I spend thinking about that world and those stories is a happy and fun place to be, simply because I like it there and not because I think anyone else will. I hope that made any amount of sense.
If you keep talking, I can’t stop listening, but I can always stop reading. That’s why I sit in silence at work, but online, I have an opinion for a ton of stuff. Including on what you just prompted me to say.
I write for the pleasure of me. If I manage to make even a bit of sense while doing so, even better.
My problem is more of a “you pretentious douche, who the hell would care to consume what you produce?”
I write like 2 sentences and then those thoughts start and it sucks all the motivation out of me because I just feel like a fool. Like I get people write books and people like to read them, but I can’t help but feel like an absolute toolbag for even trying to write.
I think a lot of creative types don’t get over that, but I know some start by doing it for themselves and then it’s just a bonus if anyone else likes it.
Thats kept me from blogging really. It seems…conceited ?
But I’ve reframed it in my head and blog about things just so I remember them or post recipes so they are easier to find and pull up. My site is like my “scratch notes”. If someone else finds it helpful, cool. Its more for me to have a place where I can go look up things I did with my homelab or send a link to my wife so she can make the beef stew we like.
I know it’s way easier said than done. But as someone who has just finally after 30+ years started to shut those voices up by focusing on something I wanted, not what I thought someone else would enjoy. And it’s helped me keep those voices at bay. It’s hard not to care and not to want the thing you make to be successful and for other people to like it. I may still never publish something. But the time I spend thinking about that world and those stories is a happy and fun place to be, simply because I like it there and not because I think anyone else will. I hope that made any amount of sense.
That did, I appreciate the perspective! I like the idea of creating a world with a story, I just need to “get over myself” I guess lol
If you keep talking, I can’t stop listening, but I can always stop reading. That’s why I sit in silence at work, but online, I have an opinion for a ton of stuff. Including on what you just prompted me to say.
I write for the pleasure of me. If I manage to make even a bit of sense while doing so, even better.
I’ve found out how awkward I come across too late most of the time. Not willing to put myself out there often.