Why do I want to share (or not) my writing?

Writing, Philosophy

Does a poem falling from my lips to the forest floor still make a sound?

I said I didn’t mind if anyone ever read my blog posts here, but that’s not because I don’t want anyone to read my writing ever. I like that the blog feels more informal and therefore lower pressure. Somewhere to spit ideas at a wall and see how they sound and feel.

However, I want to publish poems, which means I can’t post them on here. Publications won’t accept them if they’ve been put online somewhere already, even your own blog with zero readership. Wild. 

And I still want to write books and hope people will read them. Not even necessarily for money reasons (though that would be nice) but just for the shared adventure. 

I’ve had so many books that resonated with me in some particular way, made me feel seen or opened my mind in some new way. I want a book I write to do that for someone else. 

But I also emphatically do not want fame. Seems horrible, honestly. I want to go about my normal life with little bother. Thankfully, most poets and writers are not famous so I feel fine with the amount of anonymity I have right now.