I have a hundred or so followers, which means probably three of you (plus the Crusaders and my mom) read my blog diligently with every new post. This post is for you.
You might’ve noticed I haven’t posted anything substantial recently. I was going to say “probably” but that sounded too cocky. The reason is that I’ve really been enjoying my role as part of the Conceited Crusade, so much so that I’ve started to reconsider the direction I was headed with this blog. My intention was to create a loyal following with interest in romance novels, and since I’m a slack-jawed romantic at heart, I felt confident that this was the right choice.
But now, every time I sit down to write out a sappy sentence on love, there is a nagging in my scalp that pleads for me to add “fuck” three or four times before a few words. It’s not that I’ve only just discovered the power behind cursing – it’s that I’ve discovered the power behind writing whatever I want.
So, I guess I’m reaching out to you. I need advice. What would you like to read? Do you think I’m particularly talented in one form of penmanship as opposed to the other? Have you ever struggled through this sort of conflict?