When I first started this blog back in April 2012 I had absolutely no plan whatsoever. I had tried blogging for a few weeks back in January 2011, but it didn’t work out because I couldn’t find any readers.
The thing is, the Internet is pretty much a bizarre world. Yes, you’ve got millions and millions of people, so the potential is there, but at the same time you can’t stop asking yourself how on Earth are all these people going to find you among so many others who are doing kind of the same thing?
So, instead of focusing your time and energy on what you’re doing, you keep trying to find something unique and brilliant, something no one else has ever thought of doing before.
When I first started blogging I knew that I would never give up. Don’t ask me why, I just knew. I didn’t know what I would write about, but I knew I’d try to write almost daily about something. After all, there’s always something to write about if you search. Anyway, I had no real plan, I just knew I wanted to self-publish a bunch of books.
At first, as it was expected, no one read me. My first few blog posts, I wrote a few book reviews, set up an account on Goodreads, a Facebook page, and a Twitter account. I connected with my old followers on Wattpad, but that was pretty much it.
And it did seem like an impossibly difficult journey. I simply couldn’t understand how successful bloggers such as David Gaughran, The Bloggess, or Catherine Ryan Howard could possibly have become so successful. You see the number, those tens of thousands, possibly hundreds of thousands, but it feels like a vague concept.
You understand the number but not its meaning.
And, at first, when you’re getting a handful of likes and comments, it does feel meaningless. You write a brilliant post, and you want the entire world to read it. You want it all, and you want it now, but you only get two or three comments.
That’s when you have to force yourself to keep going.
Perseverance is one of the rarest qualities in humans.
Things will soon pick up, as long as you’re consistent. As long as you write what you want, and stay true to whatever it was your readers saw in you.
That’s it, actually.
I know people want to know how to write, when, and what kind of software to use. I know people want the easy way, and they want the fastest way too. But there’s no such thing.
I write short essays about what it means to be an artist. I sometimes write about different stuff, that I either witness or experience, but I’m mostly an artist’s artist. I write about the process and the struggles, and for whatever reason, people like it.
That’s all I know. Other than that, yes, I’ve wanted to give up, especially when I found myself involved in too many things at once, or when I was forced to work part time as a waiter, or when a book launch didn’t go as planned. Sometimes it felt like standing still, other times it felt as if the road was just too long.
Probably that’s when you simply have to stare back and see what you’ve accomplished so far.