Starting Over


Write a draft.
Scrap it.
Write another.
Scrap that shit too.
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.

Okay, let’s start over.

Fuck.
Why do I want to be a writer again?
Definitely not in it for the money.
That’d be hilarious.

I guess I want to express myself.
Only problem is I am so damn complicated.
Cynic.
Lonely.
Anxious.
Bi.


There are so many sides of me.
It’s like I’m not one person.
I don’t know where to begin.
So I guess I’ll start here.

I know the Facebook page and the blog have been up for months.
But I wasn’t ready.
All those posts were forced.
I had started something and I wasn’t sure what to do with it.
Why do you think I haven’t promoted this more?

Now I know what to do.
I know I have to stop moping around.
And that my writing is never going to be top-notch shit.
So instead of seeing this as a chore,
I’m going to make this thing a hobby.
I am going to write what I like and not care what you think.
Well... maybe I’ll care a little.
Obviously I need a fan base.
So here we go again.
Throwing words at the wall to see what sticks.

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