Monday, April 4, 2011

The White Paint Chronicles (#0002)

You never know where they’re going to come from.  They start as total strangers, then become people, who one day – whether you admit it or not – you cannot do without. 

They are… the “friendlies”.

This is a story about groupies.

That got your attention.  Don’t lie to yourself, you know it did.  Anyway, groupie stories are fun, and should just about write themselves… if you’re a writer without a soul.  Even more, if you’re a writer without a soul… who writes online.  Online, where disembodied voices whisper… saying things you want to hear… just as long as you say them back in just the right way.  Whispers that are never to be trusted, let alone believed… not when you crave honesty more desperately than your next orgasm.  Truth isn’t something you should have to pay for any more than you should have to pay for sex.  It should be expected, offered spontaneously and mutually and freely given, between those who supposedly share the deepest of bonds that could exist between consenting adults.  The mutual inadequacy… the fear... the greatest joy…

No, not sex you perv… writing.  This one’s about a different kind of groupie…  The “friendly”.

And this is the story of three.  

Those Who Know You Best

The one who knows you the best is, most likely, the one who reads you the least.  For them, it doesn’t matter how good… or how bad… a writer you are.  For them, it’s enough to know that you making it as a writer is a foregone conclusion… a given.  The thought that you won’t never crosses their mind, like a lot of things about your writing never do.  They know you, and because they know you, they already know what you know… that you’re a writer, whatever anybody says to the contrary.  Their lack of compliments, comments, critiques, random encouragements, or any other words outside the day-to-day reality that “this is who you are” and “this is what you do” is irrelevant.  You know it, they know you… therefore it must be true.  You wish they would, once in a while, take notice of what you do, but it’s been so long that you’ve decided it’s probably best just to let it go.  No point in ruining a friendship because you are so damn needy.

“Ain’t no thang,” you tell yourself.  One day, you’ll forget all this.  You won’t even remember the way you felt the first time you heard Marcus Mumford sing the words, “…you desired my attention, but denied my affections…”  And you’ll never remember how stupid you feel on those days you think this way… or how often.

Those Who Know You Least

“...You ARE and ALWAYS WILL BE a writer my friend. I see many people call themselves writers who barely write and don't even have a tenth of the talent that you have. You have mad skill. You have the disease!”
Portion of a comment at the end of the It’s Always Friday version of The White Paint Chronicles (#0001)

So says the friend I’ve never met. 

I don’t include the quote to make me feel better.  I include the quote to say that someone who knows me least, and only through a few words on a page… the “through a glass, darkly” kind of friend… can deliver this kind of unsolicited bump to a writer’s often bruised ego just when the desperate need of it is greatest.  Doubt, swallowed without hope, is the writer’s poison.  When swallowed together, they… the doubt and the hope… fill the writer’s soul with every emotion, every word, required to write again.

The existence of the post you’re reading (#0002) is proof of that.

Better still, that those words came from someone who would not know me if we stood next to each other in a ten-deep line at Starbucks, makes the impact of their words all the deeper.  And more lasting.

Those Who Know You Not At All

            “Blog like no one’s reading.”
                                                                        Agnes’ Pages
The other side of the coin.   The encouragement that comes from no one will know. 

I “met” Agnes by accident one day, surfing, on a site called Blog Catalog.  “Picking and clicking” I call it.  My blog is listed there, with uncountable thousands of other blogs.  I’ve picked up some pageviews by being active on the boards there, and every so often, I spend a little time “picking and clicking” blogs to read… mostly in the hope that others will pick and click mine.  A few months ago, I ran into Agnes’ Pages.  It was artistic and very finished looking… way more “polished and professional” than most of the BC blogs.  On the surface, it looked like a journal about a woman’s obsession with coffee and travel… which it is.  But after noticing just how many comments each entry was getting (and I mean dozens), I decided I had to find out what the traffic jam below each post was all about.  Turns out, the little blog that started out as random posts about ugly shoes and Starbucks Via drinks, had morphed into a personal journal about a young woman whose husband was dying of cancer.

I finished the entire blog, comments and all, in one night.

In among all the happy and the heartbreak, the hope and the hopelessness, one quiet line from one tiny little entry ran me over like a truck does rabbits on the highway,

“Blog like no one’s reading.”

Best words I ever read about writing… spoken by a “friendly” I’ll never know.  Life, like writing, should be that simple.


  1. Bill, I suppose what it boils down to is that the basic encouragement we need as writers is what we give ourselves. As Hemingway and so many others have said writing is a lonely business. One has to spend so much time isolated and alone inside one's head. One is grateful for whatever snippet of praise or acknowledgment one receives from others, and that certainly gives one a nice shot in the arm, but in the end it's one's own drive and love of writing that keeps one going.

  2. Good one, Bill. As a 'pre-published writer' (my oft published writer friends coined that phrase to make me feel good) this post hit home. Like you, the people that know me the best read me the least. Maybe it's best that way...I don't know. I can't say I write like no one is reading. In fact, I write like everyone is. I never know who might chance upon my blog, who I might end up reaching.

  3. can you give us the link to Agnes' blog? ^^

  4. Wow! I love this. Makes a whole lot of sense. I read everything you write and you leave me wanting to read more and more. You encourage me! I admire your abilities to express your words on paper as you were having a conversation not only just one on one with me but, actually in person and not on a computer screen! Keep up the AWESOME job BillFriday!

  5. It's always lovely to hang out with Agnes.

  6. I like the write like nobody's reading idea simply because I do my best writing in a private joural where I have conversations with myself. It's there that I become my own cheerleader, nurse and best friend. On my blogs I so as Janene says I write as if everyone's reading. I think I spend far too much time in my head and I really don't expect those who are closest to me to be reading my blogs. The fact that people do read them and do comment on what I publish lifts me up. But I would still write if I had no readers. I feel compelled to. :)

  7. Great read Bill.
    I especially agree with your words: "The one who knows you the best is, most likely, the one who reads you the least".
    Isn't that the truth. :)

  8. Greetings!

    I love the word 'friendlies'. You never know who will leave an impact on you or when this will happen. But when it does happen, you'll be touched by it forever and amazed by the simplicity of it. It wasn't the people who know me the best, who gave me the courage to do new things. No. The people who know me the least did. They aren't biased, they are objective and only 'judge' on what they see and feel. It's interesting how things can go in the blog world ^_^. Personally, starting with little to no expectations brought me more than I could have ever imagine. It's exactly like NP says, in the end it's your own drive & love for writing that keeps you going. It's what you need & have to do.


    I have a feeling that you need to add some background music, while you stare into the distance.

  9. I am not certain what category, if any, of the "friendlies" I would be in. I only know that your writing is superb. It is unique, to be sure, but when I try to compare it to other writers, I come up with a mixture of Somerset Maugham and John Updike. Not a bad class to be in, Bill.

  10. There was a raw moment when I first met you, Friday. While I don't necessarily find it to be a rare instance, it was rare to me and the many others who were introduced to your grassroots approach. I wrote with reckless abandon, online, from 2002 until something personal happened in 2009 and I just felt it was time to clean a little house. I am happy to announce it has impacted me in only positive ways and it helped me through a lot of mood swings and pillow fights. It made me fight for creativity and as long as I believe, those others who know, know when to offer their support. A good post strikes strings! Thanks.

    P.S. - that stupid (but necessary) letter verification thing couldn't be more difficult to decipher.

  11. I should like to send one more writing accolade your way from a 'those you know the least' friendly. This post touched so many bases for me. Thank you for putting the words in order !! :)