August 20, 2012 by Xenogirl
“In the future, everyone will be world-famous for fifteen minutes.” – Andy Warhol
Sunday morning while I slept comfortably in my bed, my phone tweeted in my ear. It chirped again, and then yet a third time. In irritation, I managed to crack one eyelid open and swipe at the little screen. Surprisingly, I discovered that three different strangers had just commented on a blog post from a couple of weeks ago. How very odd. Then my phone beeped again. After a long, confused pause, my impatient intuition jammed a handful of cherry bombs directly into my slumbering brain. KABOOM! I sat straight up in bed, gasped in comprehension, and scurried downstairs to my computer.
I was soon to discover that somehow, during one of my many late nights of wordsmithing, I had stumbled upon the mystical holy grail of WordPress blogging. My post “A Letter From My Future Self” had indeed been “freshly pressed”!
!!!!!!!!!! FRESHLY PRESSED !!!!!!!!!!
[cue large marching band, ticker tape parade, fireworks, and shameless tears of joy]
All of this is, of course, rather delicious irony. Just days before, I had published my post “What Would Hemingway Do?” Therein, I mused about the allure and dangers of writing for recognition and attempted to impale my desire to be “freshly pressed” on the sharp point of a fountain pen. I may have even poked some lighthearted fun at the freshly pressed process with said pointy pen.
Apparently, the literary gods were amused.
Thus I am currently in day two of my freshly pressed bliss and am still staggering about in shock and gratitude. Being chosen from among nearly a million posts a day as the “best of the best” is nearly incomprehensible, but the stats screen does not lie! Today my post has been knocked onto the second page of www.wordpress.com as new writers are highlighted each hour, so the overwhelming deluge of views and comments has slowed to a steady pace. By the end of the day, my post will be bumped off the freshly pressed podium, and life here in Xenoworld will return back to some semblance of normality.
If you are new to my blog, welcome! I am unexpectedly thrilled to have so many new followers. I must confess that marketing is not a skill of mine, thus I find myself unprepared and mostly unwilling to “leverage” the new “traffic” to my blog. From my perspective, readers should hardly be viewed as traffic. I know many of you are writers and artists searching for creative inspiration and hope in the written word, consequently the idea of viewing readers as a commodity seems almost offensive to me. Instead, I am deeply grateful to have been a source of such inspiration for some of you. Your kind words of encouragement have meant so much to me, and I thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my blog.
With that previous paragraph quite prominent in my mind, I will reluctantly make one very unsophisticated and awkward attempt to market myself as a writer. I hope you will bear with me. For those of you who are not yet regular readers of Xenogirl, please follow my blog! The link is over there on the right (blush). In return, I promise to write authentically from my heart each week. There may or may not be typos. Sometimes the words that bleed out will be painful and insecure, at times funny and absurd, and sometimes even surprising… but they will always be honest. It sounds quite cliché, but it would be an honor if you would join me on this blogging adventure. Ok… end of uncomfortable, self-promoting commercial. That is as far as I am willing to go.
Now comes the part of my post that will probably sound quite sappy to the more cynical ear, but so be it. My words are genuine and heart-felt…
I would like to extend my profound gratitude to the handful of faithful people who have been my cheerleaders during this dark and difficult point of mid-life. I am truly amazed at the power of positive support and encouragement. You know who you are! Also, I want to thank my husband for giving me the freedom to rediscover myself this summer. He has supported me emotionally and financially, and without him I would not be the person that I am today. I certainly would not be writing. It is also doubtful that my post would have been freshly pressed without him, since he took time to help edit “A Letter From My Future Self” word-for-word. Yes, there are benefits to having an English teacher for a husband!
In the big picture, being freshly pressed doesn’t really advance my career as a writer except to give me some boasting material and a lot of new readers. However, in my personal reality, this experience has meant much more than spiking readership statistics and recognition. I believe this event will prove to be the pivotal point for me as a struggling, uncertain writer. If I leverage anything in this, it will not be you as readers, but it will be the transformative power of your encouragement. These fifteen minutes of freshly pressed fame will serve to inspire me as I daily practice the art and craft of writing. I have painted quite an ambitious vision for myself! It is now time to accomplish the work at hand, hence brain to keyboard I will happily and thankfully go. Perhaps, if I am very fortunate and hard-working, I shall dare even tickle the toes of the literary gods once again.