There are some things in life that really upset me. People knowing who I am is one of them. I’m not as introverted as you might think. I just don’t like when people can look at what I’ve done and form their own opinions about it while knowing that I was the curator or artist. Whether they think good or bad things, I’d rather watch from the shadows.
Sorry, if that’s weird.
That’s the main reason I started this blog. I can put up snippets of my work and share what I’ve recently bled through a pen without worrying about someone actually knowing who I am. I value the anonymity. Still yet, I’m paranoid.
I do other things – violin, going new places, teaching, guitar… So why is it just my writing?
If you have any ideas, let me know.
I usually hold back on asking for comments about my work or future ideas or any other social interactions. It’s not that I’m afraid of people’s opinions (because I know all people are different) or because I’m afraid of being critiqued (because Lord knows I need it). I just avoid it because as my own worst critic, I remain unsure as to whether my work is actually ready to be presented with me standing proudly beside it. I’m not sure if my skill level is high enough as a writer. I only want to present what is my absolute best (reason #1 I don’t post so much).
I recently came to the understanding that despite how unsure I may feel, if I don’t take that leap, I’ll be standing on the edge of the cliff for the rest of my life because I’m probably never going to be completely happy with what I write. (New writers or anyone else struggling with uncertainty concerning their gift, please take note.)
If you already have enormous amounts of confidence and think that everything you write is golden, you don’t need this. You don’t need any of this. Just go along on your merry way.
Anyway, all of these combined events have made me come somewhat out of my shell. No longer completely anonymous. Don’t freak out when I get a little less impersonal and ask for comments about things. If you comment, great. I’ll answer your questions to the best of my ability and listen closely to your advice. If you don’t, well that’s fine, too. 🙂
If you need someone to be to you what my cousin is to me, I’d be happy to help. I’m not all scary and serious and weird. I promise.
The only thing allowing me to do this is the safety net in the back of my mind telling me that I can always delete this blog and start over with a different name if I mess this up too badly, and things become painful. Safety nets are the best.
(I love exciting stuff: skydiving, traveling, exploring, etc. Like I said, I’m just weird about my writing.)
So I’m not as serious and dull as I first seemed, and it’s going to stay that way for now on. I’m no longer the weird guy who writes weird stories about random weird pictures. I’m Nate, and I’m here to help you. And also receive your help.
So let us read, study other writing, hone our own skills, and live because in this crazy, fascinating world, we are only given a short time to leave our mark.