On Writing

I am a writer. Self proclaimed, but is being proven still. This is the only thing I'm good at. I fear it's the only thing I'll ever be good at. What if I choke, and don't get a job writing? what happens then? Do I die? No. I adjust. duh.

I've been writing for years. But what do I think about as I spill through my pen the thoughts that come? I think about a lot of things. Not only do I think about what I write, but I also think about how it will turn out once I'm done.

In my writer form, I am very conscious of what people think of my work. I rejoice at praises, and work harder for criticisms.  I am not that good a writer. There are a hundred better than me. But what separates me from the quitters is the fact that I am constantly trying to do better.

I write what I think, and I write what I feel. That's what this blog is for. Being a Political Atheist, I don't give a fuck about what they're doing. I may post my opinions here every now and then. But mostly it's personal. Nothing of interest.

This post is going nowhere, and so is my life. I'll stop it here, and I'll get out of your sight.