Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Has This Ever Happened to You?

Have you ever wondered why in the hell you have been writing since the day before God was born yet have no traffic?

If you are cellophane, no one knows you’re there.

Okay, okay, so I need to advertise, become visible, become the peacock.

Are you so focused on writing you forget to publicize?


Are you giving people what they want?

What do people want?

I don’t think they know themselves, unless it is searching the web to fix something, like the refrigerator. Lordy, my husband found how to fix vertical blinds that have a square millimeter hole punched into the top of the blind that attaches to the glider. The amount of plastic above the hole is again about a millimeter, and it’s easy to break that minuscule piece of plastic.

 See, answers are on the Internet.

The song that is rattling through my mind this week is, “Everyone is beautiful on the Internet,” sung to the tune of “Everything is beautiful at the ballet,” from A Chorus Line.

This information came out recently: “People who spend a lot of time in Social Media are less happy than those who don’t.” This is because they compare themselves to those who are spouting their beauty, success, and riches.

I was born a poor white child, but after doing such in such, I now have a beautiful wife, a fancy house and car, make an income of over six figures a month and work less than an hour a day while sitting on the beach drinking a Mai tai’.


Beautiful or not, successful or not, we are still searching.

Why do people buy so many “How to” books?

I have heard, however, that the purchase of How to books is slipping. People are tired of the corporate world and trying to fit in. Now they are taking matter into their own hands, and becoming entrepreneurs.

Being one’s own boss is terribly appealing, even if it comes with hard work and many setbacks.

Through it all, rich, poor, beautiful or not, I believe that people want to fix themselves. Evidence of that is the number of people who throng to events such as Jack Canfield, the “Chicken Soup for the Soul,” guy’s seminars, or my hero #Tony Robbins. We listen to #Zig Zigler tell us he will see us at the top, or #Nelson Mandela who told us we are greater than our fears.

Perhaps the Internet will collect answers for us. As people pour their hearts, souls and minds into content, we will all benefit. I hadn’t thought of this before, that we are assembling a great collective consciousness. And you and I are all a part of that. The Internet is not reserved for the military as first conceived, or scholars, as was their plan, or intellectuals, or “experts,” but folks who have a song to sing.

Just write it all down on paper for Heaven’s sake. Information in computers feels vulnerable to me.

Will the Internet provide answers to life’s persistent questions?

Why am I here? What shall I do with my life?  How can I be happy? How can I lay aside old hurts? How can I have more money?  How do I live more exuberantly, have splendid relationships with mates, spouses, friends, the divine?

·        Am I barking up the wrong tree?

I think not.

I stand by my words.

Oh, this blog is about writing…

I praise you writers, you are telling your story, bleeding on page, wanting to connect, wanting to express yourselves, and contributing to the collective consciousness of the world.

Thank you.

Go for it.


Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world.”

–Marianne Williamson (Often attributed to Nelson Mandela as he quoted her.)