Hello, I'm new here. Well, not exactly new to this site but new to the forums and lit "authorship."
After years and years and many more years of reading stories, and writing my own, I finally posted a couple things on here. And it was very exciting! I check every so often throughout the day to see how many views there have been, what the ratings are, etc. But I finally hit the drop again. The "now what?"
And I find myself lonely. I write for myself, I always have, but that urge to share it, to witness others experience my words invigorates my soul. I miss those days in school when classmates would come to me at recess and ask me if I had written another chapter yet and I would watch each expression cross their faces as they read through my spiral bound notebook.
I guess growing up, you don't realize how everyone wants to be a writer. So many of us, clambering for attention. And at the end of it, watching numbers shift and change, I come to this loneliness once again. Alone with my words. Alone in my thoughts. Just alone.
Other than just venting about my silly emotional issues, I'm curious what others do when they feel this way, assuming you do that is. Or perhaps I'm just here to feel less alone and always feel super weird interjecting myself into other threads.
After years and years and many more years of reading stories, and writing my own, I finally posted a couple things on here. And it was very exciting! I check every so often throughout the day to see how many views there have been, what the ratings are, etc. But I finally hit the drop again. The "now what?"
And I find myself lonely. I write for myself, I always have, but that urge to share it, to witness others experience my words invigorates my soul. I miss those days in school when classmates would come to me at recess and ask me if I had written another chapter yet and I would watch each expression cross their faces as they read through my spiral bound notebook.
I guess growing up, you don't realize how everyone wants to be a writer. So many of us, clambering for attention. And at the end of it, watching numbers shift and change, I come to this loneliness once again. Alone with my words. Alone in my thoughts. Just alone.
Other than just venting about my silly emotional issues, I'm curious what others do when they feel this way, assuming you do that is. Or perhaps I'm just here to feel less alone and always feel super weird interjecting myself into other threads.