Alors, mes chers lecteurs,
I am still working on finishing the assignments from the “Writing 201- poetry” course. I like to challenge myself in this way, but it is not easy for me to write in one day something resembling a poem. So I am still writing, still making drafts, still trying to figure out these forms and still committed to finishing the assignments, even if it will be a bit late. In the meantime, here I am, still doing my favorite prompt, the SoCS, because SoC writing is where I feel comfortable, so to speak.
SoCS means I can just chatter on about whatever Linda’s prompts bring to my mind. Chattering on about stuff is something I do often, if you know me well. In a group where I don’t really know people, I’m actually shy. But here, I talk to you, my dear readers, and even though I know it’s a “publicly readable” blog, I still feel like it’s ok to just be “me.” That is really strange, isn’t it? Still, I guess that’s how a lot of bloggers are, isn’t it.
So, that “publish” button on WordPress. “Publish” – like the word “public” because that is really how it is. Theoretically, anyone could be reading this post right now! Even people who don’t like me, or whom I don’t like. Strange thing, that. Now, me, I’m just a small-time blogger, not an “author” of any sort, so I really doubt that I need to worry about that sort of thing. But I wonder how that is for a “real” author? Authors may not be simultaneously published and selfish with their works. You publish a book, your detractors may buy it. You can’t publish a book and somehow say, “Okay, here is my grand opus. I want everyone in the world to read it. Except Joe. Joe can’t buy a copy of it, or read it. Joe isn’t allowed to like it or hate it. I forbid Joe from looking at its cover in the bookstore. In fact, Joe should stay out of bookstores that carry it. Joe can’t visit my website. I detest Joe and everything he stands for, and I don’t want his eyes sullying my novel by looking at it. And if he liked it?! Well! How dare he! I won’t have it!” I think authors just have to deal with the fact that Joe can in fact buy their books. Joe could even buy a copy and ridicule it or use it as fodder for a good debate. Or worse, he could buy a copy and actually like it. He could recommend it to his friends if he wanted to. He could quote it in his blog, or he could write a book review of it for his high school English class. Quelle horreur !
Anyway, there you go. Stream of Consciousness weirdness. This is what goes on in my brain. Anyway, the point was, I am still planning to finish the poetry assignments, and I will still publish them, being the “fearless blogger” that I have become after “publishing” just over 300 posts. Thankfully for me, I have wonderful readers. If I have any true detractors, they are silent ones, and that is perfectly ok with me 🙂
This post is part of Linda G Hill’s “Stream of Consciousness Saturday” — Click and read, click and join in! Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “still.” Use any definition of the word in your post. Have fun!