Yo! Listen up, Patawhimsical just threw down the fucking writing gauntlet, y’all! It’s seriously bad-ass and you should read it and take the words to heart and write write write like your life depended on it, because it does.
Allow me to pop in some of my favorite choice moments from this tornado of terror:
- I mean, every blog I’ve read lately says the same thing: “I wish I had more time to write, I wish I was inspired…” and this is after waiting a whole month for something new and fresh to get posted.
Take that! And then there’s this…
- You know how I find the time to write? I make it. I should be sitting here, doing my work. Instead, I’m bettering my inner life by doing this– it makes me happy. If my boss dislikes it, that’s okay– he’s a boss, not an artist. How can I fault the man for not understanding what he is not?
And if I think something I wrote sucks, or is too personal, or will offend people, I DON’T CARE.
I will write no matter what.
Not enough? Well try THIS on for size…
- Writers have ideas, and ideas can evolve like viruses and alter the prevailing collective thought-processes. And as we all know, right now is a fucked-up time for collective thought-processes.
We, as writers, have an obligation to CHANGE THE WORLD’S THINKING. And the only way to do it is to keep writing, no matter how insignificant you think your mere words are.
I could go on and on, but will I? No, I’ll just let you get off your lazy ass and read it. BOOYAH!
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ASSOCIATED CONTENT @TMBCHR (Auto-Generated)
- Down by the river
- Damn.
- backwards day
- Things overheard at the urinal
- Throwing (burning) the baby (ghost) out with the bath water
