I can’t be the only one
The writers who write about writing tell you that finding your niche is important. How do I do that? Do I write different topics under different pen names? Use certain platforms for certain themes? I started a WordPress account with this idea in mind.
Apparently- and please, correct me if I am wrong, but it is my understanding that the All Knowing Omniscient Curators of Medium will look at all your work before choosing your piece for distribution. That means that if they don’t like the other topics that you write about, they won’t promote your article regardless of how great it might be.
Here’s the thing. I don’t really fit into a niche. Sometimes, I just need to write. And when that happens, I do just that. I write.
Something is born from my fingertips dancing across the keyboard of my laptop. Like a funnel, I become a medium between my computer and the universe, the words flow into me, through me, and onto the Word document before me.
Sometimes the words are surprising. It is incredibly romantic to think of how many different combinations we have created using the same words. Like a spilled bucket of ice, cubes flying out in all directions, each of us pulling them back together in our own unique way.
Sometimes the words are beautifully painful, achingly raw, and embarrassingly revealing. Sometimes it hurts to write.
Sometimes the words that are funneled to me uncover what I really need to write about at that moment. So, I continue. Tap tap tapping away, as words become sentences, which become paragraphs… and then are born as short stories, poetry, and recently, a few serious articles, too.
Sometimes I share what I have written. Sometimes I hide it in a sub-folder that only exists 7 layers deep in My Documents with shady promises to come back to it someday.
Sometimes, I DELETE, although a dear friend of mine has recently convinced me to ‘stop deleting, everything has value’.
But does it? Does everything have value? Is he right?
Yes, he’s right. The value is that the words come from within. That they are genuine and sincere and that I pour my soul into them. That matters.
But will my readers find any value? I hope so.
Sometimes I ache to hear my reader’s thoughts regarding the words that I have bled for them. To know that someone looked in between the lines to find me, as that space between words is where the real me is hidden.
Maybe, since I am still new to sharing my writing, my niche will become apparent one day. Until then, maybe someone can share their wisdom as I know I am not the only one.
“The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.”