Not trying to be a narcissist

 Not trying to be a narcissist 

Every book written so far is not always about me. Although it may appear to be the case in some instances, what I write about and what I should be telling in the story is mainly based on things, events or people around me. So indirectly, it is still a little about me but not as much as you might have thought before I wrote this paragraph and a small piece to explain myself a little.

If I were to write about myself all the time, I would come across as being the somewhat the narcissistic type and that would not be the message I wanted to project or tell my stories. Having said this, I want to confess that most of the stories written about the things that have happened in my life are memoirs of real-life events and we know that confessions are good for the soul as it allows you to tackle and deal with the realities of the past and present to improve the future.

It is a fact, I never considered myself to be an author, short story writer or even a journalist in some ways. I have no ‘signature assignments’ to brag about and when asked why I write, I simply answer that it does my soul good to let it all hang out there and express myself freely and without restrictions.

Sometimes, I write about secrets and other times I write essays or memoirs that played an important part of my life and somehow shaped my present status and future blessings (if that be the case) bestowed by my efforts to communicate my feelings.,

It is tempting to stop writing about me and dismiss the profile some may gather that I love myself so much, I have become one of a run-of-the-mill narcissist who writes misguided stories. As a reader, you might want to grab me by the throat and choke me and persuade me to stop screwing around and be serious about my writings.

The problem is not what you think about my writings but what I think they are about and what value they have for me. I can only hope that you give me a chance to take the time to be more generous with your interpretations of my words and feelings and shape them into a sentence or thought – not a symptom of a sickness of the profile.

In a way, I know that in some cases, I am part of the problem. I refuse to focus or dwell on things because they often don’t mean that much to me as they do to you as the reader and there we miss the opportunity to connect. That is my fault and I accept blame for that. I never tried to exploit every last tawdry detail and twist of my life and maybe I should.

Your takeaway as the book’s editor or agent for the reader is important. With me sharing the book or story with you reveals my internal traumas or spirituality. Hence, I gave away the control to manage the story by making you more knowable and informed of what I included in my confessional essay or attention grabber that includes some negativeness for the same effect.

Here is the demoralizing truth – there seems to be a huge attraction for first-person stories on the web. Whether they are low-brow publications or high-class cataloged high fashion selections, there are magazines out there that publish them with an abundance of appetite to reveal the intimacy of people famous nor not. It's like an attention   addiction. Some mix it with voyeurism and a little desperation while others stick to the facts. In the long run, they are short lived. This makes writing a demeaning game and with bad endings.

One is best to stay away from such tactics and focus on the realities that they should only offer insights and expertise based on their good and bad experiences and be honest about it.

Writing about things in your life does not have to be extraordinarily interesting or exciting because in all realities of our own world, there are billions of people who do not live interesting lives and with you telling the story, you may, in fact, make them realize that somehow, living an ordinary life is not a bad thing to experience.