I don’t mind if you’re chatty, as long as you speak to me from your heart. I want you to reach from within the depths of your soul, it doesn’t always have to be dire or serious, even if it’s about baby puke and poopie diapers, we’re parents – I want to hear it, all of it, because it’s happening to you, in your life, and you’re experiencing it and I can relate. It’s why we’re here, in this great big blogosphere, right?
I want the real you, whether it’s a brief update or a long-winded diatribe. I’d personally love it if you told me a beginning, a middle and an end. I love a juicy, well rounded, big or small chunk of your life told to me from your voice, your passion, your insides seeping out and onto the page. Professional or not, talk to me as an author, a writer, a buddy, a compatriot, confide in me like I’m your teenage best friend and you’re leaning over, breathing your life’s story into my ear, hissing away small hairs to allow the feelings to spill forth without hesitation or obstacle.
Talk to me. Tell me everything, I’m here to listen. Your flaws, loves, favorites, experiments and worries. Dish to me, friend.
I love it, all of it, and you – just the way you are.
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