Lets face it guys, “It’s not my fault, Self Discovery & Admission” is a piece of literary garbage. Even using the word “literary” is a bit of a stretch, right? My blog is no better! Containing shocking photos that humiliate myself and stories that cause others to (shutter and) pity me. I will be the first to admit that I have no idea what the hell I am doing. My art(?) is just spewing out of me. I didn’t go to school for writing and I certainly didn’t earn an English degree! Why, I went on to beauty school…..
Yet, even so, she has an audience. Hundreds (even thousands on occasion) log onto my site everyday and the majority of them stay and read on. This site averages roughly 5 clicks per visit. That’s amazing!
Once this bad boy blog took off I figured why not compile the “best of,” write some new stuff and slap it all together into a novel. Lately I have been doing what anyone with the aspirations to have their book be successful does, soliciting poor yet helpful souls for book reviews in exchange for a complimentary copy.
Now, intentionally putting yourself in the spotlight to be judged by strangers is an emotional thing for everyone. However, there is only one way to succeed and that is by being known. My work is not vanilla. As a matter of fact, I humiliate my amazing boyfriend on a daily basis as well with my writing.
“I want people to like you for you first, before getting to know your work,” he has told me. “People have the assumption that you ARE your character. I know you write ‘fiction’ but how much of it is really true?”
I understand where he is coming from, the way his family could feel after being exposed to the train wreck scenario of “It’s not my fault.” I mean, I get it. I have had my share of stalkers, diluted fans and obsessed sociopaths all attracted to my character. Google sends me child molesters and perverts alike on a daily basis. My number one hit story is called, “Smelly Pussy” which actually pertains (not to sex) to a dead cat.
My ex husband continues to follow and insultingly comment, threatening to use my blog in court against me to gain custody of our daughter. Family members accuse me of using it to bash them. I even lost a friend because her mother and sister stalk the site and think it’s my diary.
My mothering abilities have been on attack from the get-go. “You are embarrassing your children,” has been accused of me many times. My response to that is: My children, right now, are too young to use the internet. When they reach the point that this could become an issue it will either be done and removed OR it will have turned into something. The motivation behind all the work I do is to succeed financially and be able to give my children the secure home that they deserve and need to thrive. In real life, I do not partake in crazy and reckless behavior that endangers my children. Actually, I am probably the most reliable and hard working person you will ever know.
Very boring. Sorry to disappoint some of you.
On the flip side, I have had people come to me relating to tragic events in their lives and needing someone to share their personal stories with, without having the fear of judgement. People have told me things they would probably never dare tell anyone else and I do my best to give them positive guidance (with the reminder I may not be not the ideal role model).
So today and long over due, I received (on goodreads.com) my first “bad,” review.
I think your blog is fantastic. Your writing still is crisp and professional, and the content of your stories is hilarious and easily relatable for me. I would also love to read your book, but being a starving artist has put it lower on my list of investments. If you would like a review, hook me up with a copy and I will happily return the favor.
In addition, I’ve been wanting to hook you up with peachesmag.com, I think you could make some fantastic contributions, especially after I heard they need some more humorous content. Do you do anything like that?
Thank you! I love all your ideas. Email me here: email@example.com and let me know which which version of the book you want. Thanks Lizard! ❤
You are what is commonly referred to as a “train wreck”. That’s why people pay attention to you, and you apparently have such low self-esteem that you consider this an acceptable way to get attention. It’s the same reason people watch “reality” TV shows. They are sadists who delight in other people’s humiliation. It’s the same mentality porn stars have, being “proud” to have men release bodily fluids on their faces.
… and the fact that you know how screwed up you are means that you are a masochist. It actually is “your fault”, now, because you’ve been told what you’re doing is wrong, an embarrassment both to you and to your family, yet you continue to do it.
Lol, thanks Matthew, for more of your infinite wisdom. You ate the smartest man I know.
You stupid girl
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted
Can’t believe you fake it, ahh ahh ahh
I think the reviewer maybe lives a very boring life. I screw up a lot myself, but at least I’ve lived a lot more interesting life than a lot of people… oh, and this part just made me laugh… After all the crazy situations she describes in the book, it didn’t seem like she really learned from them or grew. ha ha ha still laughing…
Lmao! Thanks Ms Julia! ❤
I enjoy reading your work whether it is pure fiction, or completely true I feel that no matter where you are on earth, people could relate to your stories. Even if you have never been in the specific situation, or perhaps they describe your experiences to the letter, the way you describe things is frank and perhaps some people may find it shocking. I don’t think it is shocking at all. I think that people need to stop being shocked and trying to “make sense” of this world we live in. Keep writing. There are plenty who will keep reading. 🙂
Thank you Yankee! I will! ❤
Following up on what Yankee said. You present a lot of scenarios; though bizarre, they are situations that anyone can relate to, no matter their background or lifestyle. The fact that people get worked up over what you post, is a testimony in itself, that you are a talented story teller. Me on the other hand, I have the opposite problem with readers. My life is the definition of absurdism; so, people automatically assume what I write is fiction. Maybe I am a fictional character from one of your stories, that grew a life of their own. ❤