My First Week On Reddit

I’d heard about Reddit but didn’t know much about it. I even had an account there that I’d never used. I admit, I didn’t understand the site that well.

I was researching where to submit short stories and came up a few podcast that publish stories in audio. I find this very interesting. There was a podcast called No Sleep that had two such stories nominated for parsec awards. So I checked them out. Turns out the podcast stems from a subreddit called NoSleep. Writers can submit stories to the subreddit, but there are a few rules. They have to be more or less of the horror variety (right up my alley) and they have to be told as if they were real stories. They aren’t required to be real. Who could prove that anyway? But they must be told in first person and even in the comments you must stay in the character that you wrote the story in.

I have a story that I thought would work nicely. I submitted it and … nothing. Turns out there was something wrong with my account and I needed to create a new one. I resubmitted and … nothing.

It was a flash piece that I posted her last week called Outside. I thought it was good. So did my girlfriend who actually told me that should be the story that I submitted. People just didn’t find it interesting I guess. At first I took the blow to my ego pretty hard. The “I’m a good writer, right?”, the “I suck and should just leave the story telling to the professionals”, the “What do they know, they are reading stories from a website.”

On a fluke, I posted another story. It’s one that I didn’t know would do very well at all. I have some reservations about it and, to be honest, I hadn’t edited. I did this really early in the day and left it until later that night without checking on it.

When I got back to it I was a little overwhelmed by the positive response. It was one of the top new stories on the subreddit and there were so many comments I didn’t know how I was going to reply to them all. NoSleep has a monthly contest and I was motivated enough to enter the story. We’ll see how that comes out.

While dealing with those ups and downs, I got to know reddit and little bit and Wow! There’s a little bit of everything there and something for everyone.

Oh, and after the awesome response I got to Joey (I’ll post it here soon), I decided to repost Outside again to see if it would be better received and … nothing. It’s either not as good as I thought it was or that’s just not the right audience.

Like they say, “You can’t please them all.”


This Is A Blog

Why am I not blogging?

I want to blog. I think about it at least once a day. Admittedly while reading someone else’s blog which helps to remind me . . . of blogging . . . And that I’m not blogging.

Sometimes I wonder if I have enough to say. I should, I’m a writer, right? I tell stories. I make them up. Should I put that on the blog? Or should I blog about the struggles of telling those stories? Should I blog about the process? The stumbles? The progress?

Should I blog?

I mean, I’d only do it once or twice a week. I would want to plan them out (not like this. This is just me typing out my thoughts while I wait for my frozen pizza to come out of the oven) I could tell true stories. Stories that inspired the ones that I make up. I don’t want to bitch and complain about life and all that jazz. Although, I do. I guess I don’t want to want to, if that makes sense.

Something I admire about some people, Kevin Smith comes to mind. They can be so completely honest. Spilling their thoughts and feelings out for anyone to see, hear, or read. I have trouble doing that. Not that I’m not an honest person. I guess I have trouble being an open person. (Oops I just did it) I’m a private person. I’ve had close friends that don’t believe that. I guess I’m open to a point, but there is so much that I don’t let out. I guess everyone is like that to a point.

I’m getting way off track here. Was I even on a track?

Oh, yeah, blogging. Well here’s one. We’ll see what happens next week.