The digital revolution didn’t open the gates to the many being prospective content providers – it tore the things down. There are still barriers to becoming serious sources of information, insight or even entertainment, but the avenues through which anyone can begin down that path are for more accessible as they were years ago. There is no longer a need for an inspector at the door, making sure that everything that gets past can only do so with approval.
That’s what we say now, ain’t it.
Here’s my little spiel, entry, a post, write-up, thoughts, a few words, or the like. We don’t write stories or articles or features, but things and bits and just plain about.
I won’t try to relate this to a theoretical writer today.
Many of these posts are aimed at the readers. Well, whoever those are that might benefit from reading them. Sometimes they’re sounding boards – I’ll speak to the unspecified collection of writers, but in truth I’m writing it at myself, and often about whatever stage I’m at.
Today is different.
This was originally written as a guest post for the readful things blog, and was published there in July 2013. I tweeted about it during the week and as the response was positive, it seemed worthy of a re-post. As with all my blog posts, it’s especially relevant to me at the moment – so consider it a pep-talk for you and I.
Last October, I stood before a room of people and realised I had their attention. It wasn’t the first time it ever happened, and not the first time at that venue. It’s always been a problem area for me.
“Nothing f**ks you up like having something that’s hugely important to you, being something you’re also ashamed of.”
Back to that again. I can’t adequately convince you of what those words mean to me, or how true they’ve rung.