I was chatting on-line with my son earlier this week. As I’ve mentioned, he’s a writer, too, and I was telling him about the all-time high I reached on my blog the day before.
Me: I ended up with 591 hits yesterday – a real rush until I open it up this morning and back to 1 hit and gotta come up with something to top the last one! Now why is it we do this?
Christian: hehe. it’s a drug. especially for us narcissists with inferiority complexes.
Me: Boy, you nailed that one.
Christian: author, know thyself.
In an earlier post I said I knew I wanted to be a writer when the need to put thoughts into words became greater than the fear of rejection or criticism. I sounded more noble the way I said it.