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March 12, 2009

For love or money?

Writing for love or money?  Well, I will attempt to address this delicately…show me the mutha-fucking money…please.

I have been writing for pleasure for years…poetry, short stories, long stories, blah blah blah.  My main goal right now is to really delve into this whole writing thing head first.  I don’t want to spend my life being a blogger.  I like blogging, but I want my audience to be larger.  I want millions of eyeballs to read my words.  I want to make people smile, I want to make them cry (nasty liquidy booger cries), but most importantly I want to keep them entertained.  I’m sorry, am I boring you?  Well just humor me anyway.  I guess the purpose of this blog is to really just get me writing.  Because writers write, right?  That is what I keep reading… just write, just write, just write…even if it’s just mumbo jumbo.

Ultimately I want to be published, but I don’t want to rush and slap some half-ass story together.  I want to practice and perfect my writing while simultaneously thinking of a story that will be sure to hit the best seller list.  It’s possible.  I know it takes time, but damn it I could have written ten bestsellers already with all time I have been spending doing a whole lot of nothing.

The first thing I am going to tackle is my problem with procrastination.  Maybe I will start tackling it next week…I joke haha.  Seriously, procrastinating has affected many areas of my life so I really need to discipline myself.  I am sure this is going to benefit in me in many ways.  I will most likely be writing about that as well.

Muy Importante things I need to focus on:

  • Writing daily
  • Going to the gym 4x per week
  • Cutting junk & soda from my diet

Wish me luck eh.

March 12, 2009

I now…

I am a talented person.

I have a right to be an artist.

I am a good person and a good artist.

Creativity is a blessing I accept.

My creativity blesses others

My creativity is appreciated.

I now treat myself and my creativity more gently.

I now treat myself and my creativity more generously.

I now share my creativity more openly.

I now accept hope.

I now act affirmatively.

I now accept creative recovery.

I now allow myself to heal.

I now accept God’s help unfolding my life.

I now believe God loves artists.


~An excerpt from The Artist’s Way

March 12, 2009


Start a story with…

Sam wasn’t sure if it was a wonderful sign or a sign of disaster…

but Sam knew that things would never be the same.  Why was she here?  She vowed never to come back.  It wasn’t  fair.  He had moved on, but just the sound of her name took him back to a place he promised himself he would never go again.  With her back in town he knew he would never be able to focus on the wedding or give his bride to be his undivided attention.  His soon to be wife never knew that he thought of her as just a fill-in.  Just someone to distract him from the pain of having lost the love of his life to someone he wished dead.  Someone that had made his life a living hell.  It was the salt in the wound.  And when the phone rang, it was the beginning of the end.