I was talking to you about my first time recently, although I did it a little above, going on tiptoe, very white everything and not being too concrete. Today, however, I want to talk about Excentrya and I hope to tell it all; Dirty rags, good and bad experiences. Because, like everything in life, this had a beginning. I was not born blogger, I had to learn.
I needed to write, I needed a platform to hang my stories (something I’ve never quite done), I had just finished the draft of my novel Morgan’s Rules . It was the third draft that ended and the second I dared to send to the publishers, the first one (in which I still work) passed with more sorrow than glory by many publishers, without more annoyance than a couple of thank-you notes, the Typical: Sorry, but we’re not interested. There were also some pre-release offers on a case by case basis, but in that, I’m the one who’s not interested.
To be or not to be a blogger …
It had been a year away from blogs and writing in general. My previous blog The Field Book, had been stopped for almost a year and totally abandoned, received visits, but never more than 10 every day, most days much less. I remember doing great articles, doing a lot of research, getting into the stories and getting the best juice possible.
I admit that I also got a bit tertullian on some issues, but they always say that controversy sells . In my case was never true, the only thing I did was to have an argument with someone on twitter and then made me unfollow. At that moment I sat like a shot, right now I’m glad, people who do this kind of thing shows their lack of tolerance of other people’s opinions. The asshole the farther, the better.
I did not feel too strong, and the enthusiasm when I embarked on this trip was the same as Bilbo felt after spending the first night with the dwarves: between 0 and -1. I was not sure, but I had a good idea, I wanted to have a shop window, I wanted to catch readers. I wanted to work out an audience, numbers for my cover letter to publishers , faithful readers to sell my material to.
I was not convinced by the subject, but, I started. You do not know, but I suffer from crises in which I want to stop writing forever every two or three months, sometimes I suffer every month. According to how I feel the morning coffee. If I threw myself for a year without writing more than two sentences in a row, it was on the one hand, because I was with other things and had no time, and on the other hand, because I did not feel like tackling the blank sheet.
This changed, by chance (these things usually are). My sister came with the foundations of a literary contest ( Ciutat de Vila-real ), I read them and thought maybe I should introduce myself; Story, 30 or 40 pages on both sides, free theme I introduce myself? I let it be? Am I worth it for this? Typical. In the end I put myself.
I wrote after a long time, at first I felt rusty, but the feeling passed quickly. The thing became long, of the 70 pages that had planned happened to almost 100 (I think that the final draft has about 96). Without realizing I had fallen in love with the story and its protagonist, a mistreated woman who has no name . Not knowing very well how I gave birth to what was going to be my first published novel (quiet, is less) The Norms of Morgan.
By the way, I did not get to present the story.
And this roll? Because because of that draft, I had the idea to make this blog. I still felt the adrenaline in my veins and needed to talk to the world, to tell them that I had finished my novel, and that everyone had to read it, because it was good. She was very good. Father’s love What am I going to say?
So it was time to launch myself and make a blog.
I will not hide, I am not one of those. I like to say things as they are. If I rode Excentrya that was why. Because; To earn some money. I could say, like many others, that I did not get into this for the pasta, but, unlike them, I prefer to be sincere, with me and with you.
Excentrya? Why Excentrya?
I did not even know how I would call it, I did not want to put my name, nor did I want to put long and weird names in style: The little bookstore of horrors and burning mojas that dance foxtrot on Saturday nights with lost books that I like to read and I am also a Sagittarius . I did not want a cheesy name either and I think my best names had already been used for other blogs: Suicidas Sociales, Sirocos y Silencios, Caverna del androide, Diarios blancos, El Cuaderno Negro (all my corpses, I’ll always remember you)
Then rummaging through the huge rubbish bin that is Internet found, a name generator ( this to be exact). Pressing the button without stopping appeared Excentrya , and I stayed with him … Why? I do not know. It was a crush, I suppose.
Being a blogger was never my dream. Being a blogger was not even something I liked. It was not on my dream slate to fulfill, it was not even on my list of interests. I had some blogs, but they were just random thoughts on lonely days, a piece here, half a story there, an article, a complaint, a whimper, a bastard poem. Was that being a blogger? I did not like it at all.
But Excentrya had to be different, I could not burn again. I already had my place in the net, even though it was a cave, hidden in the undergrowth, a dark and distant place, lost among millions of caves very similar to mine. The worst thing about being part of a constellation is being lost among millions of twin stars. How would they know what mine is?
You’re already inside, what now?
To this day I do not even know how I started. I remember that I had certain ideas: I will do it and do the other. I will write this here on such a day. I think I even had a ” calendar of publications “, anyway, if I had never got to meet him. I had too many ideas, I wanted to do too much.
I have already said the problem that I have to focus on something. For those who are out of my mind and do not understand; It’s like having a hornet wasp full of rabid wasps. Even as I write this, I’m thinking about many things at once, short whole paragraphs and I hit them elsewhere … I’m a naive writer , I’m a chaos, I never focus on anything (my girlfriend makes her crazy), I’m like Jack Keroack, if I can get to San Francisco then I think of St. Louis … or Denver … and I have to go …
Starting up was a mess, if you’ve ever driven on mud you’ll know what I’m talking about, the car starts skidding and lurching, and you have to juggle the steering wheel so it does not end up stamped against a tree. So I started with this.
One day I used to put funny pictures, one day I wrote an extensive and well-documented article about a Seattle vending machine that turns out to be haunted, one day I wrote about how fucked up it is to publish with a stone age editorial system … every Day a different story. And that did not work.
Then I went back to the huge garbage can. I needed to understand what it means to have a blog , Excentrya was a messy drawer full of things, most of them meaningless. I was falling in love, I enjoyed writing, retouching the template, writing for my readers ( my two readers ) … but I missed something … Luckily, Google always seems willing to answer your questions.
There are millions of guides, millions of tricks, tips, things you have to do to be the best blogger . Fortunately, I found the one I needed, and after spending a lot of time immersed in the pursuit of wisdom, I assure you that it is not easy: every three guides or advice, two are pure shit. Well after much searching I found what I was looking for: I needed to focus . The shit Burlancaster …
How was I going to focus? Focus on what? I would have to focus on my writing … but then … there are many things that I can not tell my readers: about the house that, the forest, and the photo is that I have found, and the type that one … a Horror … Do I have to focus? There are too many interesting things, too many stimuli out there, too many stories that I wanted to tell you, too many eccentric and wonderful characters that I wanted to introduce you. But that article was right, for a blog to work, you need to focus on a topic.
Excentrya had been online for many months, and for the first time in my life, I kept myself faithful, I wrote at least twice a week. I could not let it die, I could not let it get lost in the galaxy of dead blogs on Google, I had to do something. If the solution, if the way to go forward, was to focus, then you would.
And I focused, I made sure that my head kept in place, I bought a domain of my own, it was my way of saying: this is serious, man, this is for real, keep going. And I focused, and I kept going.
What does a guy like you do in a blog like this?
I had no idea of business, I’m not a brand, not a computer guru, I wanted to write, wanted to make my work known, wanted to make me known as a writer . And that was what he should have done from the beginning; Write so people could see what I’m doing.
In the end I did. I stuck to a single topic, writing Why? Because I love to write, I hate to write, I want to stop writing, but I can not live without writing. Writing is what gives me the best, and I continue to learn with each post, with each story I write, with each letter, with each word.
Being a blogger turned out to be so much more than having a page for me to leave my shits on. Being a blogger taught me to write better, to teach others what I do, to be a blogger taught me to be constant in something (which always cost me horrors), being a blogger approached wonderful people who share the same passion that I ( Whether blogs or literature), taught me to share, to seek support, to support. I found my pack .
And in the meantime I came here. After almost a year, Excentrya has gone through a lot of stress: changes of mastery, changes of templates (it takes more cosmetic surgery than Stallone) and lastly a change of platform, all with a goal: to improve and to grow for you.
I started by chance, without having things clear, without having a way, not knowing very well what to do or what to say, and over time, with the effort and dedication I managed to find my way.
Now when Excentrya is too short for a year to come I can say that I still have a long way to go …