For a while, I wanted to be famous. I’ve never cared too much about fortune, but the fame part of the deal always appealed to me. To have people I don’t know, know who I am, that sounded pretty cool to me. To be talked about (positively) in circles I don’t normally run with was what I was looking for from the internet. For a while, and only a while, because I’ve now decided that I’ll never be famous, and I’m alright with that. More than alright with it. I wonder why I ever wanted that in the first place.
I’ve made some really good friends from the internet and that’s more than I ever expected. Being famous is a silly dream. Now I’m just here because I want to be. That’s the beauty of the internet. They can’t kick you out for being not cool enough.
Why I will never be famous:
- I don’t engage in SEO. I rarely even bother tagging my posts and I tend to avoid Hot Topic subjects that might garner a few unsuspecting readers. If I felt I had something interesting or unique to add about Gnarly Spleen or that Friday singer girl or whoever it is that’s hogging all the pageviews this week, I’d write something about it. I wrote about my feelings on Justin Beiber because I felt compelled to share my opinion, not because I was looking for hits. I write about what I want to say at that time, not what I think people are searching Google for.
- I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been writing for me lately. I still love my kids just as much as I did when I used to write about them all the time. More, even. But I show them that in real life. What I write here is what I want to be writing about, and if that means I lose readers wanting a mommyblog, than so be it. I hope I don’t. I hope those who read my words when they were about sleep issues and potty training and my kids saying the darndest things stay and read my words when they are short pieces of depressing fiction.
- I have no desire to make money from this place. I mean, sure, if I was offered enough by the right company and wouldn’t have to change what I’m doing, I might consider throwing up an ad, but it’s not what I’m in it for. If I had to cater my writing to suit whoever was paying me for a space on my sidebar, I don’t think I could find the motivation to continue.
- I’m terrible at commenting on other blogs. I know how much comments mean to a blogger because I know how much they mean to me. Every comment I get is like a little present from the internet telling me I did something right. Or wrong. Either way, I love it and I think most bloggers do. But I’m horrible at reciprocating. I mean, I try. I really do. And I know the best/easiest/fastest way to grow your online community is to engage and be engaged. I have no excuses. I READ a lot, but I forget to comment. I’ll try better, but it’s not because I want to snag your readers who might click my name-link in your comments section. I’ll try better because I know what comments mean to a blogger.
- I never participate in internet drama. I try not to even notice it’s happening. Sometimes it’s hard to avoid, the knowledge, I mean, but I never, ever post retorts or opinions or condemnations on subjects that frankly are none of my business. Especially when it involves having to choose a side when otherwise I wouldn’t have to. Me no likey the dramas.
- I have no other talents. I can’t draw cartoons in Paint or sing into a webcam or whatever it is all those multi-talented bloggers do out there. I do one thing. Write. Not even sure how well. Good enough, I suppose, for someone not looking to get famous.
And so, because I’m cool with never amounting to anything more than what I am, I’ve reached the height of my success. For now, at least. Maybe one day I’ll become better, faster, stronger and opportunities will fall into my lap and I can be who I am and people will love me and adore me and shower me with compliments and money and trips and fame. But I’m not holding my breath. In fact, if that day never comes, which it won’t, I don’t care. I’m happy with what I’m doing in my little corner of the internet and I’m grateful and overjoyed that a few of you stop by everyday to see what I made with my words.