"This Just In..." 31
“Why are you here?” I ask myself.
Well, it’s a two-fold question. And for me, at least, the more folds the better.
In the larger sense, I wonder why I’m still around. I’ve done all I know how to do and much about which I clearly had no clue. Well, I take pride in my weed-whacking expertise. And the word has gotten out. Too many times to count, I’ve heard people say (when they think I can’t hear them) “What a whack job!”
Anyone who thought I might be a good friend to have around is long gone, either deceased or having come to his or her senses and simply moved on. Small children stare at me wide-eyed with fear, on the verge of hiding behind their mothers’ skirts. But most mothers don’t wear skirts, so that’s a problem (and not one for which I take any blame).
Where was I?
Ah, yes. The other fold. The reason I’m at Substack is that I’m driven by an urge to create. And that’s coupled with a need for feedback. Money’s not a factor. For no apparent reason, my mind was gifted with nearly a hundred songs, which I wrote, produced, and recorded. When no one cared, I simply stopped. Two humor fiction books spilled out with no planning on my part, and then they languished on Amazon Kindle. So I never wrote another.
For me, it’s all about getting a reaction. If I can post something that someone likes, I’m happy. The books are not free to read, but I believe that’s appropriate. They’re very good. Anything else I write is yours for the taking. If I get subscribers and followers, that’s just icing on the cake.
Jeez, now I’m craving dessert.