Little cracks they escalated…

Oscar and I saw the most amazing movie on Friday. It’s called Once, and got all kinds of good reviews at Sundance.

I went into it not really knowing much about it, except for that it was a musical. I was thinking Hairspray kind of musical, but was happily mistaken. Plus, (like I actually need more reasons to adore Ireland and everything from it) this movie takes place in Dublin, and one of the main characters is an Irish singer/songwriter.

And yes, it’s a love story, and by default of being female I usually love romances anyway, but this isn’t your typical romance. It’s deeper; it doesn’t beat you over the side of the head with emotion, which I liked. Plus, the music was amazing. I’m an instant Glen Hansard (actor/singer) convert. Oscar already bought the album too, so now I have all the songs stuck in my head.

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I subscribe to the Copyblogger feeds, and last week, one of the subjects was audience. As in, “who actually reads your blog?” And, “if you were to stop writing, who would miss you?” (My Mom, undoubtedly. She really is my biggest fan)

This was kind of discouraging in my virgin-blogging state, because I secretly knew the answer to the copyblogger question, or had at least had a pretty good assumption of the answer: slim to none or not very many. However, I won’t let this discourage myself. I’m still fairly new, and I know that.

Then I started to get a little morbid…

And thought a little deeper…

What if I was actually gone? People would miss me then. I used to think that when I was little, if I was getting punished for something I felt was unnecessary.

What if I left and never came back? If I just disappeared and went off by myself? Then they’d be sorry. They cry every night wishing for me to come back… And I’d tell myself this over and over until somehow, that made me feel better about getting punished. And now, it’s just morbid. Sheesh.

Anyway. I’m going to continue to write.

Hopefully, I’ll continue to accrue readers.