I’ve realized that writing is hard to compare with other “skills.” It’s not as easy to measure whether or not you’re a good writer, or a great writer, because in a room of ten people, you may have one or five or none that like your style.

Other skills are easier to recognize. If you’re Lebron James, and you ask ten people in a room if you’re good at basketball, I’m 99% sure that all ten of them would answer with a resounding yes.

Athletic skills are very visual, therefore easy to understand. But writing, that’s almost an abstract skill. It’s not like we gather together in a playground and see who can write a story the fastest, or type a report with the least grammatical errors.

As writers, we don’t have a true way to compare ourselves to other writers, because it’s not as easy as sinking a basket or throwing a touchdown, it’s another game all together.

I think we have our Lebron’s in writing. People like Stephen King or J.K. Rowling, the true rockstars of our craft. But, not even everyone likes the way they write, and may prefer something totally different, so it’s still not quite clear.

I think as a writer, for me anyway, the most important thing is affecting someone in a positive way with my writing. If I can inspire, or motivate, or make someone laugh or cry, then I’ve accomplished what I wanted to do.

Whether I have five people or 500 people read my blog, I appreciate every single one of them. For someone to take the time to read what I have to say, comment on it, like it, share it, that means more to me than I can ever express.

I always have ideas for these blogs floating around in my head, and I can’t type fast enough to get the thoughts out before my brain is on to the next one. So, when it comes out the way I imagined, and a friend sends me a text (thank you, Caitlin) that says “I’m so proud of  your blogging and your writing, you rock!” – I’m happy for the rest of the day, heck, the rest of the week! It’s my screaming crowd, my MVP moment, my time to feel like a real rockstar.