One thing that boggles my mind is how bloggers hit the jackpot and get book deals or movie deals. I mean, where does that magical pixie dust come from? The classic example is the writer of Juno, who had a shortcut -- blog about being a stripper.
I can't do that, now can I.
So, apparently, all these bloggers who make their Hollywood or publishing dreams a reality have to have a gimmick that usually involves sex. (Do I sound bitter? I hope not. ) I see my own little ember of dreams to be made of hope and talent, not a gimmick. I can't strip. I can't write an anonymous sex diary about my sexcapades on Capitol Hill. I can write, damn it.
As I have mentioned in a previous post, I just blog for very pragmatic reason -- in case someone says, "Oh, so you're a writer, huh? Where can I see some of your stuff." I can show them this, what you're reading right now.
So there. Mystery solved, I guess.
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