An exercise in creativity

When I was in my late teens, MySpace was the shit. One day I realized that they had a blogging feature.
Since I was a quiet kid with a lot to say and had fast fingers and a decent vocabulary, I jumped on that shit.
I’d come home almost every day and write out long, detailed stories about what I did that day. I basically posted my diary online for all of my MySpace friends to read.
That shit was addictive.
Sure, it was a lot of work to sit there and try and remember every little conversation and facial expression that I had experienced that day. But to see the stats after posting an article made it all worth it.
My blogs never got more than a few dozen views each, maybe a couple of comments here and there. But just the fact that I knew I was performing for an audience made me bring my A game.
I didn’t realize this at the time. I thought it was just the act of writing that made me more creative.
And while that may have some truth to it, it wasn’t until later on when restarted the journaling (but this time just saving them as text files on my computer or on a website with no traffic), that I realized that the audience factor was what lead to the biggest benefits.
It was nice to get that ego boost of occasional compliments and knowing that people actually read your shit.
But the real benefit was that just by knowing that some people, even just a few, would be reading it was what made me step it up.
It made me more creative. It made me stick to a schedule. But most importantly, it made me get serious about what I was producing and put effort into it because I knew it reflected on me as a human being and I didn’t want to look like a complete jerkoff.

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