
“Oh snap, Nick. How come you don’t post as much?”
I’ve had a few people message me or comment on my blogs and tell me I’m not writing enough. In a way they’re right. With all the newfound free time I’ve somehow accumulated (which I’ll explain very soon), I could easily punch out a plethora of material in a week. I don’t. Still, my traffic is steady. Here’s why I prefer the steady traffic to the influx of people because I wrote something the interwebs thought was cool beans: nobody really cares how often you update your web site. People care about QUALITY, not quantity of articles. Nobody cares that you posted 100 shitty posts on your blog. Nobody will remember the hundreds of shitty posts, but they will remember that one great article that made them laugh or think. All it takes is one quality story to spark someone’s imagination, and to get them to say “hey, his shit’s pretty good. You know what? I think I’ll tell my friends to check this guy out”. Boom, word of mouth promotion! It’s the best kind of promotion for someone like me who doesn’t advertisement outside of a few social networking mediums and related friendships.
I may only post one or two LifeAsNick.com entries a month because I actually give a fuck about who reads my stories/articles/poems/rants. I keep my drunken brain farts for other social networking mediums where my consumers appreciate my thought process regardless of the actual content. People who post every little quip or notion that pops into their head are assholes, because they’re basically saying “fuck you” to the reader. They’re saying “your time isn’t as valuable as mine, so rather than me spending my time to edit down my content, I’ll let you read it all and sift through good content for me.” It’s lazy. I edit myself into oblivion. The last LifeAsNick.com story took me 20 minutes to write and three hours TO GET IT RIGHT. Even looking back at that one story, I can make another twenty edits for continuity and sentence structure as I’m writing this post. Even deeper then that, imagine all the stories I posted back in 2007 or 2008 that I didn’t put much effort in because I was drunk, or I was talking to some cock muffin slut on Facebook at the time? How many of those could I re-work? All of them. I’m my own harshest critic.
In theory, some readers may think I’m suffering from a lack of material to publish. I assure you that’s not the case. It’s simply that I appeal to certain demographics on certain levels. Most of my insanely personal stuff goes to my Myspace blog. It’s not private, so you may read it anytime you want to get to know me on a more introspective level. However, a lot of the charm of my web site, LifeAsNick.com, is my ability to poke fun at not only myself, but social and political norms, as well as the idiotic pitfalls that I’ve used to define my personality. If my next five web site posts were all talking about my self-struggling or delving into my private life, I’d be impeding on the purpose of having a well-rounded web site that encompasses all aspects of my life, hence the moniker ‘Life As Nick‘.
Yeah, I got one of these, too. Generally, I use Facebook for zany one liners and my cranky-pants commentary. Most of my Facebookies are people I know through school or work-related endeavors. They don’t give a lemur shit about my private life except on a very limited basis. More or less, my quips and drunken comments serve as a form of entertainment for them. Facebook might be important for others, because that’s all they might have to connect to the world, but I have this web site for a reason. I might as well use LAN as a primary source of communicating my life to the world, because hell, my editor actually pays for me to have this shit. [ Thanks Kyle! ]
I also have a Twitter, which I use very infrequently compared to most web authors. As you can tell by this post, I can be quite wordy at times. Keeping my brain limited to 140 characters (or less) is like trying to kick water uphill. Not gonna happen. To be honest, I use Twitter because my favorite musicians allow me to steal their new music. Seriously. Other then that, I might tweet four or five nonsensical sentences a week. Nobody cares if I’m bathing my cat (and I don’t even have a cat anymore), or that I’m walking to the liquor store to get another Steel Reserve. I’m not important enough for you people to care about the inner-most workings of my day-to-day life. Yes, it is Life As Nick, but I’ll wage that a very high percentage of you, probably 100%, doesn’t want to know when and where I’m shooting liquid fecal matter out of my scrawny butt cheeks.
Some things are better left unsaid. It took me until now to realize that.
My writing gives you the bigger picture of whom I am as a person, follies and all. This web site makes fun of me more than it makes fun of anyone else. If I can’t joke and laugh at myself, then how fun of a person am I? A good majority of non third-world human beings take themselves way too fucking seriously. My web site is a temporary escape. Some of you might find me intriguing, while others might think I’m a degenerate douche-hamster. You know what? Perception is based on your model of the world, so I’m not going to tell you if you’re right or wrong. I simply provide a small slice of my brand of the world in words so you can understand the multifaceted design of my psyche and in the process, escape yours.
A temporary escape from real life… isn’t that what writing is about?




