It takes a long time for some of us to recognize and more importantly, accept the fact that we are writers. Not the no-talent hacks blogging and posting on Yahoo and the like, but real fucking writers, with talent, originality and soon.
The next daunting task is convincing others in our lives that this is what the fuck we do, build a bridge and get over it. I know I should send out job applications, give total strangers all my personal identifying information, and hope they deem me worthy to sell motor oil and/or shitty tacos. But hey, I’m a talented MFer! Do I really need to earn minimum wage to ease your minds?
Didn’t think so.
Oh yeah, and if I read another social media guru article telling me how to properly be, or how to use social media to be successful, I’m gonna puke. I’ve followed their advice to the letter and got nowhere. They’re full of shit! End of discussion.
People. I write. I have been since I was 14 years old. I know what I’m doing, I’ve lived a dangerous life, and now I want to do nothing but write. And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.
No pretenses, no bollocks, and no apologies. I am who and what I am-deal with it! Just be glad you don’t have to live with me.