A Blogger’s Worst Nightmare

In the confines of a blogger’s mind, indeed of any writer’s mind, rests a prickly fear. And we all hide it, some more than others, behind smiles and discussions. Behind the sharing of our work and analysis of others, we all hide this fear; perhaps some of us hide it unknowingly, but it is there, I assure you this fear I speak of, is gnawing at your cerebellum.
So imagine this: You have your blog or website or even a book and you are doing well for yourself, creatively and advancing through what we call the ranks. And you’re writing and writing, your imagination unbounded, fully unleashed and deliciously wild. And then, and then it happens. You write a brilliant piece. It can change the literary world (maybe, maybe not) and you decide to share it on your platform. The moment your work comes up on the screen of another, is the moment you begin to fall into the abyss. How so? It is my own, none can steal it from me. Nay my friend, nay. None can ever truly steal your work, but in the eyes, the glassy eyes of your reader, excitement beams. He, your reader, or she, your reader, gasps, cries, and laughs as your words turn the mind and tickle the soul. Lo and behold! Your reader takes to pen and paper and oh no! He begins to write and write and write. And then, he gets a book deal before you. His book begins to sell. He starts making money and all this without your knowing. Until one day, you see an ad or a friend tells you of this great new author. Your friend, grabs your arm gently, “Hey, his book sounds familiar. It kind of…sounds like your story.” Here earth is no longer beneath your feet. Up is down and down is up. Blue is black and sound is silence. You rush to the book store, thirty dollars! Sheesh! And you bring the book home, with trembling hands and a dry mouth, you begin to read. Page after page after page is different from your work, yet a tinge, a slither of your voice, no not even that, but the idea, a point in your plot, something of yours is there, and you cannot discern exactly what it is. Heart beating. Heart beating. Heart beating.
You realize then that something was taken from you, turned to gold, while you are left in the mists of the internet’s obscurity.