For those of you that don’t know, I signed up to a blog learning course. In it I am supposed to sharpen my skills at writing as well as learn how to blog in general. The current assignment is to write a blog to my “dream reader”.
What a loaded phrase; do I even know who my “dream reader” is?
It took me a matter of some hours and a bit of sleeping on the problem before I came up with the answer. I am a writer, but my dream reader is not an editor or publisher willing to go to bat for my work (though that would be nice).
My dream reader is not the rabid fan that follows me religiously everywhere I go.
I won’t turn either type of reader down, nor any other that wishes to grace my humble page with their traffic and attention. But my real dream reader is that open minded fiction lover who I haven’t converted yet.
It is my enduring hope that those people out there that have yet to give me a try do so, even if my humble scribblings don’t seem to be for them. At first glance due to tags on the work or whatever, it may not seem to be for everyone. Well, it is. At least everyone who likes fiction at all.
Not going to lie; I am going to be as refreshingly up front as I can. It’s my desire to make a good living doing this. Whether being published by a publishing company, or through blogging, or even self publishing.
The reason for this is I’m poor and jobless, have issues getting a job for health reasons, and seem to have a marketable skill. That said, I don’t want to beg on the internet; I want to offer value for value.
I want to entertain you, dear dream reader… I want to entertain you so well that you will throw money my direction with a smile and glad heart, content that your contribution will keep me doing the one thing you now want me to do – write for you.