Loving the name spillinguts and wanting fame

I just love the name I chose for my blog.

I just read a book by Stephen King about writing called, On Writing. Quite a good book. One of the things he says a few times is that you can't write in order to become famous. You need to write to write. Writing for the wrong reasons (to make money, fame, whateva') sucks. It's wrong. It doesn't work.

Well, I think of fame. Yes, little ol' me. I laugh when I think about that. I mean, if I think about fame, then every man in African tribes is thinking of fame.

What the hell am I thinking of fame for? That is screwed up. Really screwy.

Geez... And then to think that as I'm writing this blog, I'm dreaming about it one day being a big-time popular blog. I mean, am I the biggest nerd in the world? I'd have to meet everyone else in order to find out.

So, I was just thinking that it's such a cool name that I chose that it's bound to attract someone at some point and I just wrote so freakin' well that they're bound to bookmark it and pass it on to all their friends. And so on and so forth. I mean, it's just so obvious that this is gonna be BIIIIIIIIIIIIIG. I hope I'll be able to keep up when it happens. It could be hard. Once you are famous, there are expectations of you and you need to try to fill them.

And THAT, my dear millions of readers, is the reason it is just plain wrong to write in order to become famous. Because the second you start thinking about, "What would they like to read about?" you aren't writing from the right place. Things won't come from the right place within you. The whole thing will just be all messed up. Really, that is what is gonna happen.

So, my loyal, trillions of readers, pay attention! When you are reading this, and I am so damn famous I even recognize myself in the mirror, it will be because I wasn't writing this with you in mind. How does that make you feel?


Love,
Queen Esther