I was reading a new blog, Awkword and what Michelle has asked us to do in choosing a target audience and I realized not only do I not have one I am aware of, but I don’t know who the target me is. I have lived alone for 20 years. No dating, not a really active social life, and though there are some reasons why, I also find myself saying, once in a while, why not?
My writing can tend to be somewhat, or very, on the dark side. I have a low to mid grade bipolar condition. It keeps me more on the depressed or withdrawn section of life. I also have a boat-load of physical issues and have for all those years and before. So I suppose I might draw people who have similar issues. These can range from the conditions: once I was on O2 for 2 12 years and have had asthma, chronic eosinophilic pneumonia, and emphysema in greater or lesser strengths for all my adult life. Fibromyalgia dogs me. I lost more than 3/4 of my intestines and gall bladder when I went septic and my systems shut down and was in a coma 3 weeks. When I woke it was to complete loss of muscle memory. This past year I had back surgery which didn’t help. I’ve had a migraine most of the last three months. See what I mean? There is more but that alone can make for a target audience.
I have Traumatic Brian Injury – caused during the coma, but which creates its own set of problems. My memory is not always reliable. I suppose it is an understatement. My sister calls it CRAFT – can’t remember a fucking thing.
Because of these factors, I am legally disabled. Work is hard. Complex assignments are too hard to process. Simple assignments bore the crap out of me. I can’t work too much because Medicaid and my body won’t let me. So I have been a caregiver for numerous years. I started off as a Business Management Consultant with clients all over the country. Quite the let-down.
I am a mother of two twenty somethings 3,000 miles away from me and happy that way. They are living their lives well and that is the most any mother could ask. But I live near my sisters and my 8 year old nieces are my delight.
Oh yes, I am a recovering drug and alcohol addict – and food. I have been sober from alcohol for more than 35 years with a 5 year break for a 5 year addiction to prescription pain killers which ended 11 years ago and had a horrible effect of my kids, especially my daughter. So there’s guilt and shame I can’t seem to let go of.
AND – I’ve wanted to be a writer and missionary all my life. I’ve been published a few times and I have an opportunity to go on a mission in 2017. Until then I do what I can here. I write a lot of poetry, some memoir pieces, and non-fiction articles about women who have achieved greatness through tremendous adversity. I write about what I know and want to know; what is inspirational to me and religion and spirituality.
So if you can find a target audience in all that, except that I probably sound very self-involved . . . playing with my navel and all that; let me know. And I still have to figure out pages, widgets, you name it. Learning to be a good blogger is taking a long time . . . did I tell you about my TBI?
I welcome tips and comments. I truly want to grow. So give me a hand why dontcha’.