Readers

I was asked the other day if I knew who my dedicated readers were.

To be honest, I stopped caring about who read my blog or even my story a while back. It’s kind of why I stopped complaining about it. I write because I like to write and if someone reads and enjoys it then that’s great. I don’t get much likes or comments, but that’s fine. There aren’t a lot of views either but I’m not complaining. This is more for me than anything else.

It’s nice to get a comment or like here and there so I know exactly who is paying attention instead of just a random number to say someone was here. I’m not an out there person in the internet world or even in the real world so I know it would take time before I’m truly noticed. It’s not like I write anything that’s going to win me an award on this thing anyways. I appreciate everyone who comes out, and honestly, it does make me feel awesome when you do, but again that’s not why I do this.

As for my story, If you didn’t know, I am updating a story regularly (Well, regularly now) on Wattpad. You can find it here. http://www.wattpad.com/story/3833753-a-feral-affair It doesn’t have a lot of reads, nor comments either, but I do know at least two people who keep up with it and bite my head off when I stop updating. I enjoy what I am doing. I want to take it further than just being on the internet for fun. I want to make this a career. The support is limited but that’s okay. It’s a growing process and I am developing patience. Rome wasn’t built in a day as they say.

So, again thanks to everyone who’s reading. Love you guys! Thanks! And when, not if, when I make it, I’ll never forget you.

Peace.

My body is ready

I’ve been editing the story I have been writing and semi-neglecting. Now and again I lose the ability to keep focused, but I’ve been getting it back. So, I was pretty focused for like an hour today and while writing I found myself inexplicably turned on by what I was writing. Why? Because I am too aware that it will be some time before I get to indulge in the very thing I am writing about. And, the more I think about it, the more it both frustrates and entices me. I guess I am a glutton for punishment. I blame my friend abigahil for this. She insisted that I write erotic short stories and now that’s all my head is filled with. Am I the only one that envisions myself and the person I am interested in as the characters in the story? I hope not.

So, I’m here, reading and writing and thinking to myself that when I see my boyfriend again I might find myself backflipping into the bed, striking and pose and whispering “Come, my body is ready.”

Peace.

My body is ready

Supporting Your own

When I first started this blog, I didn’t expect anyone to read it at all. At least, not anyone from home and I’ll take this chance to explain why.

I live in the United States Virgin Islands, on the island of St. Croix. It is the largest of the three islands (St. Thomas and St. John are the other two). I refuse to just say Virgin Islands because there are another set of islands called the British Virgin Islands and if you just say VI people tend to get confused. It makes sense if you ask me.

The islands are actually very small. You may need to find a magnifying glass to find us, and ignorant people from other countries assume that we are all Jamaican because of our accent–because apparently Jamaica is the only island in the caribbean (seriously, what is wrong with people?).

Now, considering how Tiny we are, you would think that we would be a close knit group of people. No. No we’re really not. And I’m not trying to put us down, I’m just being honest. More often than not, we don’t show each other support. Rather, we tear each other down whenever we see another person getting ahead or just because it’s Tuesday and we need to unload some prior bitchness that we failed to get out.

There are many people that try to do something with themselves whether it is singing, sewing, designing, writing, and it’s SAD that the only real people that gain support are those involved in music or “Modeling” (which consists of people that look good in the face paying “Photographers” (anyone with a nice camera) to take pictures of them). So then what about the others? Are we going to just blatantly ignore the talents and aspirations of others because it’s not part of the mainstream?

Reading and writing are so neglected that it churns my stomach to think about it. You can take 8 minutes out of your life to watch another female beat the living shit out of another, you can spend hours reading the negative responses of some Twitter beef, but you can’t take 2 minutes of your life to read something possibly inspirational written by your peers? Is this a matter of morality? It seems so.

I have “friends” that I know have seen me tirelessly promoting my writing, whether it is my blog or the stories that I write and it is awful that they would just bypass it, but of course later I would see you sharing the video of some poor 12 year old child sucking a male’s appendage for 15 minutes!!

More so, It appears to be a matter of popularity and appearance. I’m not the prettiest person in the world, nor am I the most known. So, I get overlooked in our itty bitty community. I don’t want fame, Frankly, I prefer to stay out of the spotlight, but I question why society is so focused on the outward appearances of others that everyone else, that people who are far more brilliant both in personality and intelligence, are ignored. Considering that most gained that popularity through spreading their genitals around, I would never envy them, but it’s sickening that these are the people that garner so much attention.

I expect my blog and my writings to be ignored by my peers. Hell, my peers seem to think it’s cool that they “Don’t read” and then wonder why they read//spell//and write at a 2nd grade level.

Majority of my readers come from other parts of the world, and I can’t even imagine how. I am grateful for the readers that I have now, and I thank you all for having put up with my ramblings for so long.

As for home. Oh well. I’ll support those that I see for myself are not selfish and are considerate enough to take time out of their day to support others. For instance, http://www.mindofmcshorty.com/ is ran by a friend of mine and She’s also a music education major, vocalist, musician, blogger and photographer. I’ll support her for as long as I possibly can. Why? Because A, She’s awesome; B) she’s promoted my page when VERY VERY VERY few others I call friend has, and C) She’s friggin Awesome…Okay and her blog is amusing, interesting, and educational. I didn’t put the link there for style, Please do look at it.

To those of you at home that ARE reading, Thank you too. I just wish we really did “support our own” instead of using that line whenever it suits us to make us look better when we really don’t.

Peace.

Wattpad Story

So, I’ve been on wattpad for almost two years now and have never written a story. The sad thing is, I have actually started writing stories before that. I was honestly too afraid to let anyone read them because I was terrified of the feedback I would get. Also, I just had no idea where I was going with these stories. I wrote them, but didn’t have a plot. I was just going with the flow.

Well, now I’ve been putting thought into them and have decided to upload one of them onto wattpad. It would be lovely to have readers, though I must admit they are a bit mature so view discretion is advised. I don’t think they’re that explicit but I already got one comment saying that they were too immature to read the story. So, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.

The other story is currently being edited. I’m practically doing the whole thing over.  But anyways if you’re on wattpad it would be nice if you read my story, vote for it as well if you please (I would love that), and leave a comment if you have any suggestions or critiques! I thank you all!

Here is the link

http://www.wattpad.com/story/3183195-a-feral-affair

Learning to be Consistent

I think I may have a continuity problem. I always manage to start something, but I’m unable to keep up with it. It’s not because there isn’t any time, but I get bored of things very easily, then I get bored of being bored and end up doing the thing I was originally bored with to begin with. Confusing? I hope not. It made a lot of sense in my head.

I used to write stories, but never finished them. I used to draw, play the guitar, play the flute, write poetry, and then I just stopped. This is really a problem. Up until recently I had stopped blogging as well. But, since there isn’t much to do these days, I got it back up and running.

I’d like to be able to write something at least twice a week. Maybe I’ll set days for this. Like, perhaps every Tuesday and Thursday I’ll have an update. The sad thing is, I really have no clue what to write about.

If I write another Love post, I might go out of my mind. I think I’ve written enough of those already. How often can one person drop into their feelings? I really need to get my hormones back in balance.

Anywho, I think I’m honestly going to do that. Tuesday and Thursday I’ll find something Post worthy and get it out of my system.

Ah, who am I kidding, I’ll probably end up just posting whatever I feel, whenever I feel like it. But hey, a girl can try.