#NaBloPoMo 2 – My tribe of one

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There I was with my friend, on my second cup of tea. He had just asked me why I do this. And the words I heard myself saying were about wanting to be found, a bit like a child in a fairytale, I thought. Then I said: I always imagine, every single time I sit down, that no one is there. I am always amazed when they comment, when they respond and share with their own stories. But at the point of writing, I am on my own. It is just me and the void. And I find this terribly liberating. Because I know that if I spent time thinking about how this looks, or what might others say I would quite easily persuade myself not to write that blog post about a character called The Book, and then another, and another, and on. So I imagine that there is no one out there. Just me at the desk in the pool of light, with perhaps another, near-me out there somewhere, someone who is far away, whom I have never met and probably never will, someone who is the ideal for whom I write. Someone who gets it. My tribe of one.

18 comments

  1. amileinmyshoes

    That’s how I feel too! If I thought about the amount of people who will read my writing (more than one), I’d be intimidated but also try to please them. I’d feel like I was jumping off a cliff and perhaps I’d never write it or it wouldn’t’ be genuine. So I just write for myself and perhaps another like minded person out there and I let the words flow out to the laptop. You can’t please everybody all of the time anyway.

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