So, I have been busy. Writing, submitting, publishing, physical therapy, and all around enjoying my life away from the Tumblrverse more and more.
I know, startling, right?
Our very own Jen(jayarrarr) even wrote a clever piece about a guy that was so jacked up on Tumblr that directly after being run over, or some such, he was using his nose to key in his predicament on his phone to update, bleeding out on the pavement without use of his arms. You’ll have to ask Jen the name of it. Heh, you’re welcome Miss, I’m sure you have all the time in the world to answer those inquiries. :-) The point being is some of us have a life away from the blue field, and that’s a good thing.
But I digress.
It occurred to me, because it truly isn’t something I think to look for, to scroll through and see if I have received any blue tags in the last couple of months. Simply to see if I needed to give up a word of thanks and praise to any of our editors. Hey, they deserve the recognition even more than we do, as far as I’m concerned. They’re like grocery and restaurant people working on Christmas, only they do it 24/7. Perhaps not the best metaphor, but I think you get my point. If you don’t, then ask around and find out what they have to do to serve you, you’ll be quite surprised and hopefully lose expectation and gain some appreciation.
So, I noticed two way cool things. One of them was no, not a single tag since a prose tag I got a while back(which means a lot more to me than poetry tags, because so rare and my fiction is where my heart lay) and the large amount of work I’ve posted.
Both of these made me smile. Huge. Face breaking huge.
See, the thing is this. I have gotten to the place where I *know* my writing is good. The kind of knowing that breeds more than confidence, but a quiet self-assurance that I am good at what I do, and have something to offer. Please don’t get me wrong, those blue tags from those hardworking editors have saved my creative ass on more than one occasion. I remember four years ago what a nervous mess I was posting up my poems. So self critical, so worried that people would laugh, or worse, ignore what I do. Yeah, recognition is important to me. So when I got those tags that saved my ass, I mean I was ready to give up. And anyone that knows me, knows I don’t give up. Ergo, those tags were a bigger deal than anyone would have known.
And that is the beauty of what I noticed this morning. It made me way happy to know I can write the way I do, as much as I do, and finally receive the recognition that matters most to me.
My very own.
Thank you community, I have reached the other side. Peace.