Some people with blogs are never going to get famous, and they've been doing it for, like, over a year. I feel bad for them.
It's amazing to me that people have any interest in such a low-level sex scandal. If I were sleeping with a congressman, maybe, but I'm a nobody and the people I'm writing about are nobodies.
I always feel like I'm missing out on something, that someone is having more fun than I am, so I take measures to make sure that is impossible.
You kind of create your own moral universe. It's like, well, I like myself. If other people don't like me, then whatever. I'm out of here.
I always regarded people who want fame with a lot of suspicion. Unless you have a product to sell, I don't know why anyone would want to be famous. I can't imagine what need that would fill.
In real life, people are constantly saying one thing and doing another, but if you write your characters that way, the story becomes too hard to follow.