Writing that only I can write

I wonder what that actually means.
I'd like to think about that a little bit.
At this stage, I'm starting off with no plan at all.
I've started running without even knowing if this is a 100m dash, a 10,000m race, or a full marathon.
I suppose I'll just be pouring out the contents of my disorganized mind as they are...
Please feel free to leave whenever it gets too much for you.

Well, you see, lately, thanks to everyone, I've been getting a lot of readers.
It's more than I deserve for someone who hasn't even been on here for two months and hasn't done any self-promotion.
I've been getting along well with the "What are you talking about?" crowd, and I've made some new connections too.
Beyond that, an essay I submitted to the Creative Awards was featured in an article by a professional writer, and the owner of a collaborative magazine I participate in has been introducing my work quite frequently.
And I've even started receiving comments that are too kind for me, like "interesting," "waste of talent," "literary genius," "great writing skills," and "you write good stuff."

...You rarely get praised like that when you're an adult, so I got a bit carried away and wanted to brag a little.
To everyone who interacts with me, thank you as always.

And in the midst of all that, people have been telling me one after another lately that it's "something only Tico could write."
I'm not very smart, so I find myself pondering that quite a bit.

What does it mean to write something that only I can write...?

My writing style, my tone, my perspective.
I assume that's the kind of thing they are referring to.
Unlike the art style or drawing technique in manga and illustrations, I think those things are hard to grasp at a glance.
I feel like you can't really tell until you've read a certain amount or for a certain period of time.
That's exactly why I'm grateful, and I've started to feel like I want to live up to the expectations of those who say such things.

On the other hand, I'm posting articles here without being particularly conscious of "writing something only I can write."
I'm just being myself. I've abandoned thoughts like "Will people be put off if I write this?" or "Will people think I'm crazy if I write this?"
It's like I'm dancing wildly in public without any makeup... no, completely naked.
I'm a pervert. An exhibitionist.
The fact that I'm happy about "being seen more often lately" makes me a pretty messed-up person, but since you've read this far into my scattered, rambling thoughts, you must not think too poorly of me, so you might be just as messed up as I am.
I'd be happy if we could keep getting along as fellow messed-up people.

When I read the articles from when I first created my account, they were definitely dressed up.
Elegant. Formal. Trying not to be seen as a crazy, infertile woman.
I think it's boring writing where I'm trying too hard.
It's neither medicine nor poison.
What do I want to do? What do I want to say? I've seen that somewhere before.

I enjoy writing more now.
Since I entered the Writing Marathon, it was impossible for me to tighten my corset, put on a crinoline, do my hair, and wear makeup every single day.
I feel like I disarmed myself pretty quickly and went straight into a strip show.
I chose the path of dancing as an |Ame-no-Uzume<laughing stock>.
But as a result, I've started to be able to write articles that people want to read.

Everyone is interested in being naked, right?
Clothes can be bought somewhere, but you can't buy a body.
Rather than looking at something sold somewhere, people want to see a naked body that isn't sold anywhere.
Even if it's not a perfectly toned model's figure, or a proportion that looks like the embodiment of desire like a gravure idol.
If the number of people interested in my naked body is increasing—even if I have big hips, my waist is disappearing, or I've forgotten to shave—then I will continue to expose this body as much as I can.

But I shouldn't be rude to those who watch, so I think I'll start doing a little body maintenance once the marathon is over.
I'll take some time to tidy up the naked body I'm exposing.
If you're going to see the same naked body anyway, it's better if it's a little bit more polished, right?

It was a new discovery that starting without a plan ends up with a story about being naked.
Maybe I was a nudist all along.

What are you talking about?

Day 52 of the Writing Marathon. Two weeks until the finish line.