I suppress myself. I have to. If I didn’t, I would have no readers. And I want readers. I like the fame, ya know?
But sometimes, I have to vent. I have to speak my mind. I just have to.
It is who I am. And I am not sorry.
It’s a curse, is what it is…..
And so I wrote some blogs that were kinda political (actually, I don’t see it as political. I see it is ethical. But I understand if people see it as political. They are wrong, of course. But I understand).
Anyway, you should see the blog stats! When I wrote about shot-gun toting thugs in El Salvador, my numbers went to 1200! When I wrote about drinking Rye whiskey with my hermit-like friend, I was at 800. When I write about everyday life on a remote island, the numbers remain steady at around 300. A smidge over. Maybe 325.
Throw a few racy words into the mix and I can see 400.
Writing my political views – the numbers plummet. Today was 200. Yesterday was 238. Speaking my political/ethical mind, it seems, is not a good thing – not for marketing purposes, anyway.
Lesson to self: If you wanna sell a book, write about ravens having sex. If you wanna vent about politics, yell in the shower.