Good Afternoon, World 🙂
Vanilla ice-cream in my coffee? Hell yeah, ladies and gentlemen. We’re living large and in charge, because that’s how we roll. I may be a broke-ass stay-at-home-mom writer, but I luxuriate in my choice of beverage like a queen.
I’m listening to a loop of coffeeshop background noises as I write. Did you know science –– SCIENCE – has shown that droning, not-distracting sound in the background actually helps to improve your concentration? I know, it’s nuts, but my experience has borne that out. The chatter of random strangers and the lonely, lilting bleet of a saxophone playing muzack really helps the words spill out. You, too, may hear this lovely, unremarkable soundscape by clicking here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iD4dMdpNe_I&t=704s. And yes, it is eight hours long.
I just wrote a little over 500 words on my article “Marketing for Introverts” on Medium, and now that I’ve had my fill of that for the moment, I figured I may as well check in on my internet home at livmilesbooks.com and see how you fine people are doing. That’s how I see this blog, really. It’s my address, my place to just hang out and chill and say whatever I want.
Anyone is welcome to come, anyone is welcome to go. The door is open to all souls. I love the company, both new and old.
Back when I first started blogging, I worried that even posting on social media was somehow egocentric. Writing about the minutia of one’s day just seemed so needlessly self-indulgent, and unlikely to produce any product of value.
I mean, come on.
Do I get a manuscript out of this? No. Am I getting paid? Hell no.
But I do have a place where I can just spill my thoughts about whatever the hell I want, and I like that. Additionally – and by additionally, I mean with the most crass intonation imaginable – I’m supposed to be creating my author platform, which means regularly attracting and engaging with followers, fans, and anyone who cares to pay attention to my work.
Blogging is a professional responsibility, even if what I write is complete and utter garbage. Fancy that.
Thank you for reading, World. I’ll catch you later, my baby is calling.