Catching Idle Butterflies

I'm spoiled.

Having an online journal will do that to you.

I’m addicted to the instant feedback on whatever I write. I anticipate and even expect people to tell me what they think.

After receiving only two yesterday, I realized not only my addiction to comments, but my expectations on all my writing.

For instance, I plugged "Bought and Paid For" , received 27 views, but only two reviews. That’s disappointing. Now this is not a complaint against those who read it and scooted on out of there in silence. I’m talking about my expectations, nothing more.

I need to get over those expectations on both my journal and everything else I write. If I get published, I will receive no kudos from my readers. I will never know if I made them laugh, cry, or throw my words out a window in a fury. I will have to live with the silence and simply pray my stories have a positive impact.

If I don’t, I will quit out of disappointment and frustration, going to my grave thinking I sucked at writing and wasted years of my time and everyone else’s who choked on my words.

Yes, I realize that last paragraph is a bit dramatic, but I’m in a mood today.

With only six more entries after this one, I’m thinking of endings. Heck, last night I wrote my 500th entry. I want to get it over with now, not because I have anything wonderful to say, but just to get it done. It’s like the exhausted marathon runner who finally sees the finish line. One more push and I can finally stop to rest.

Addendum: My apologies to Scarlett and this issue's contributors for neglecting to mention earlier the latest edition of The Blogville News has been released:

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