That’s what’s wrong with me.
You want to be a writer, but you know you suck a nation of ass.
A child doesn’t speak clearly at first. It drools it’s nasty garbled message to the world and those who love it praise it and call it an amazing phenomenon…and there it begins.
Read everything. Classics, philosophers, your favorite authors, Reader’s Digest.
Listen to the common truth in the words, the voices across time speaking life’s truth in different voices. Read your own words as you write them and remove all but the exact few that matter to you.
Don’t just toss your words out to social media like a bag of trash. Don’t let the praise stop you, the loves, the likes, the personal messages to re-post. Write past those first few gratifying lines.
Submit your work to the highest levels of the literary world and hug their rejection letters and suggestions to your heart as…
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