Is this what Self-Publishing success looks like?
If, like me, you dream of being able to write as a full time job. Quit the nine to five and do what you love all day long. Then you’re hoping that one day a publishing executive will pick up your manuscript, declare it to be the best thing that they’ve ever read and bang! You’ve got a publishing deal, next thing you know it’s been optioned for a…
Fuck social media. Fuck this fucking fucked up world which sees clarity in a heartwarming video about a homeless man being giving $1,000 dollars and a tour of the $15m house some fucking dance music producer has brought. As if I give a shit where he does his, it’s all a self-serving vortex of trash. Designed to make us feel like somehow everything if fair.
Bollocks is it. I’ve got my fair share of problems that’s for sure, and all I can think about is how I want more, more of what exactly? More fucking shit to fill my house with so that I don’t have to think about the people who are dying to be a part of a system that we are oh so complacent about? Where a drugged up twat tells me there’s no point in voting? What have we fucking come to?
Astronauts talk about how amazing yet utterly insignificant the world looks from space. How looking down on this marvellous creation only serves to highlight the sheer level of insignificance.
This world is broken. And I don’t think we know how to fix it. Religious opinion comes off as crazy, rationality is cold, rebellion ends in death. Fuck me. This is a fucked up planet.
I bitch about the one immature cunt I work with who ignores me because I ‘insulted’ them 3 weeks ago? What does that even matter? It matters not the tiniest fucking bit. Yet I want it to matter.
And now, I choose to find release by ranting on a blog?
Original idea there.
Well, are you?
if you’ve ever told someone that you’re a writer. Not in any specific context; but just in general conversation, you will undoubtedly have been asked ‘what type of writer are you?’. It’s not always the easiest question to answer either, are they asking whether or not you make money from writing, whether you write fiction or non-fiction or if you just do it out of the sheer love for…
Now debating whether or not I should take the blog off of my Wordpress one and just stick it on here… Then again I shouldn’t publish stuff to the internet that I don’t want people to read
God I’m a fucking self-centred cock when I write about me.
I don’t know if you went to school with someone famous, perhaps you did. Maybe they’ll become famous in the future and you’ll be able to be like ‘hey I sat across from them in English when we were 12!’ or maybe you just knew their name and wished you could be like them. Perhaps you strut around acting as though they were your best friends and you all got on really well all of the time. In that…
Making a Commitment
A Helpful Definition
A topic which covers thousands of writers blogs, writing memes and Facebook…