For all too long, I have been a ghostwriter under many different names. I have been experimenting with tone, voice, and style for many years now. But seemingly the well of well-paying - that sounds redundant - writing gigs is certainly drying up. That is, unless you wish to be forced to write about things you could care less about just because they rank #1 on Google. Then again, you'd be surprised what ranks #1 on Google, but that's a whole different discussion altogether.
The fact remains - it often seems that what will pay is simply not what I will be able to successfully write. So I am veering away from the realm of ghostwriting and article-for-hires for a bit. For now, I'm moving on to this “self-hosted blogging" thing we all hear about.
So why is it that suddenly I must make this incredibly brave, and incredibly financially unwise, nosedive into a blazing inferno of randomness?
There are a number of reasons. But first and foremost, it’s because I have a lot on my mind and need someplace to say it.
I was once accused of a horrible crime: thinking in complete sentences. Perhaps that is not, in fact, a crime, but it is apparently quite an unusual trait to possess. Being that I have such a rather peculiar way of processing information, it would seem that those that think in sentence fragments or, God forbid, run-on sentences without proper punctuation, would fear and judge me for being rather queer.
I am honestly not afraid of what people think of me. I only care about what they think of my words. Rather, I'm concerned with how they think of my words and how they perceive them. It's not so much an emotional thing as it is a study of interaction, or lack thereof, with those said words.
What I believe the real problem is that we've become so used to texting through our phones and instant messaging through Facebook and the like that we have all become a bit fragmented. Don't get me wrong; I love my smartphone! We are closer together than ever thanks to technology. Yet we're all further apart because of the fact that "connections" are often lazy and cheap.
Yes, you can make some great friends and relationships online. But more often than not, the internet can be so impersonal. You really don't know who's on the other side of that screen. Heck, I myself have found that I for some reason forget proper English on a regular basis when trying to communicate with my fellow denizens of the Interwebz. Most of the time, I speak too properly and write even more properly than seems fair to a lot of people. I sound high-brow and apparently quite snooty to a great many folks, who look down on me for my well-spoken verbal attitude. Not that it's hard to - I'm only five-foot-two. (That's 157 1/2 cm for you lovely metric-using folks!)
But I would say that thinking in complete sentences is perhaps what makes me the writer that I am. I have the wits about me to whip up complete essays in the space of a half an hour, especially if it's a topic that interests me. Even if it's not, I'm usually able to come up with something useful in an hour or so. It's because I can usually visualize the essay in my mind before its actually written.
The more I think about it, all that so-called "thinking in complete sentences" means simply being able to visualize ideas well. I do believe that many people think of things visually, much as I do. I simply have pictures with subtitles in my head, and I know I'm not alone in this. It's a nice little feature of my brain, I suppose. Honestly, it's something you can train your brain to do with practice. But do whatever works for you. Our brains are all wired differently, and for good reason. If we all start thinking the same, then what's the point of thinking at all?
It's food for thought. For now, let's see where this blogging goes.
Thank you for putting up with my weirdness!
P.S. I stole that last bit from Katy Perry