Once upon a time,
long ago, in a galaxy far, far away,
I was a simple blogger
going about his business
Typing away in relative obscurity
unaware of the dangers lurking
just around the corner.
I was Freshly Pressed!!!!!!!!
after sitting on my laurels
after my fifteen
after being inundated with the drive-by praise of random strangers,
I’m a nervous wreck.
I’m chasing the dragon…
Welcome to WordPress–
where you are one voice among millions
and the loudest scream barely clears a whisper
where your chances of being noticed
are about as good
as the guy’s who parks cars at the White House are
of inheriting the presidency…
How many would have to go down
for anything to land on us?
dear, dear WordPress…
Thank you for amplifying our sense of
by introducing us to the fleeting nature of fame.
Isn’t it enough to create a space
and then let it be filled
with the variegated voices of valuable people?
We don’t need adulation;
we need registration…and then
freedom to move about our
without the pressure of competition
of proving ourselves to strangers
instead of sharing ourselves with friends
Your voice; my voice:
they all count, whether we’ve been noticed or not.
Is this community?
Then let it be a community
of the few and the caring.
Silence is only golden when you know someone is there.
Here’s an award for you:
The Still, Small Voice Award.
Try that one on for size.
If you’ve spoken, you’ve won.
You are nominated; you are vindicated;
you are recognized
if only by those others of us
who share your cloak of