There’s a specific type of crazy needed to be a content creator. And I mean that in the most loving way possible. 

Think about it…. You sit there, just you and a camera (usually a phone) and talk to it about …stuff. 

It’s one way dialogue. 

Sometimes it’s live, otherwise you aren’t talking to anyone but your device. 

Then there are those brave souls that do this out in the world…  that’s courageous…. 

It is a very specific kind of crazy.

But it’s also a very specific kind of courage.

There’s a unique confidence that has to be there too.

Think about it — for most of human history, if you stood alone in a room talking passionately to yourself, someone would gently suggest a nap or a therapist. Now we call it “content creation.”

You’re sitting there, just you and a glowing rectangle, pouring thoughts into a lens the size of a pencil eraser. There’s no nodding head. No laughter cue. No immediate affirmation. Just silence… and your own reflection staring back at you.

That’s not normal behavior. At least it doesn’t feel normal to me.

That’s belief.

It’s believing that what you’re saying matters. Someone, somewhere, will care. The invisible audience exists. And they’re out there watching, waiting for the next post.

And the ones who do it in public? On a sidewalk. In a store. In the middle of an airport.

That’s next-level bravery.

Because now you’re not just battling silence — you’re battling judgment. Side-eyes. Whispered comments. The internal voice that says, “Everyone thinks this is weird.”

People stare, and maybe they pull out their phones and record you while you record. 

Ain’t that something?

But here’s the part people miss:

Every creator you respect once looked ridiculous.

Every author once wrote to an empty room.

Every musician once sang to a quiet bar.

Every teacher once spoke to a class that didn’t respond.

Every storyteller once wondered if anyone was listening.

It’s the willingness to look foolish long enough to become fluent.

And honestly? That kind of “crazy” built entire careers, movements, communities.

I stumbled across this almost realization today. What I do as a writer really isn’t that much different. 

I publish stories into the world; announce books before readers have even cracked them open. It’s like I’m speaking into that same glowing rectangle — just in print instead of pixels.

It’s not madness.

It’s faith with Wi-Fi.

So yeah… content creators are a little crazy.

But they’re also brave.

And sometimes those two things are the same.

When you hit “post,” it isn’t one emotion.
It’s a rush.

Excitement — maybe this one will land.
Wonder — who’s going to see it?
Dread — what if no one does?
And just the tiniest sprinkle of regret — it’s not too late to delete it… is it?

That second between tapping “share” and the world responding is a strange kind of silence. It’s the digital equivalent of stepping onto a stage before the lights come up.

And once it’s out there, it’s out there.
No taking it back.
No unsaying it.

That’s not crazy.
That’s courage flirting with doubt.

Turns out bravery doesn’t always roar.

Sometimes it just hits “send.”
There’s more waiting at https://xinkblotz.com. Telling stories, sharing thoughts, and drinking coffee. A blend of fiction, reflection, and whatever’s brewing – one post at a time.