Notes from the Echo-Chamber

I am resisting the temptation to write - 'CHAMBER, Chamber, chamber.' Ok, I'm not am I? Sorry. I feel childish right now. My throat is now clear. The main thing I want to say here is this - I would love to hear from anyone who is trapped here too, but feels that what they write is entertaining and likeable, as I do. The echo-chambers of various websites (FaceBook, Tumblr, MSN when that was a thing, my own website, and now here) have been my homes for a long time. I know how it feels. I feel like I could probably be of help, or be a friend, to you. Help? When I'm here too? Well, yes, actually. As I say, I've been here for a long time. I am sitting in my house, on my own (equally echo-ey) and I am on a platau. I am also good at writing. Despite being in the echo-chamber, I am as certain that my writing is entertaining and likeable as I was before I started trying to get noticed. And I can spot it when others are good too. My grammar has been going down-hill for a couple of years, but I am refreshing my knowledge (including which words to capitalize in a title, that some say capitalise and some say capitalize, and that it is poor sentencing to end with a bracket as I am doing now.) I have done voluntary work with children on their creative writing and now I'd like to help you :)

I also feel a little bit giddy, bitter, and giggly, as well as childish. I feel guilty too, about feeling bitter. I feel like I should be happy for my fellow writers who have tons of views and likes and followers and glamourous covers (I took this cover in my bedroom, on my laptop, in the dark, as someone walked in, and nearly set myself on fire) but I don't feel happy for them, and in this blog I am going to be honest about that.

Fun-fact - hashtag is a real word.