I Feel Dirty

Write now I am hawking words for money. I know it sounds unimaginably glamorous…and it really is. No, really it is…

The only thing I really LOVE writing now is the stuff that comes out of my chaotic head. The articles, newsletters and tag lines pay the bills. Someday I fancy being able to sit at a computer for more than an hour at a time and actually write a story…maybe my story…maybe someone else’s…and most likely a combination of both.

You see, I get bored very easily. Just ask any of my former boyfriends. Writing has been my only constant. But I think I’m really waiting for someone to tell me I suck at it. That way I can cross that off my list and move on to maybe that psychology career I think about or opening up a doggie motel strictly for bulldogs. Unfortunately no one has done that for whatever reason…

so here we are.

Feel free to tell me I’m a horrible writer and that I shouldn’t quit my day job if I have one. I probably won’t point out your mullet or acne and I might not even tell you that the Baby Einstein videos you play for your kid won’t reverse their less-than-desirable genetic makeup. Hell…I might even eventually send you a coupon for a free psych evaluation or weekend at the pet motel.

In case you were wondering, I have no intention of putting any useful material on this website. It’s just that I’m running out of paper so I’m going digital with my diary.

Write now I am hawking words for money. I know it sounds unimaginably glamorous…and it really is. No, really it is…

The only thing I really LOVE writing now is the stuff that comes out of my chaotic head. The articles, newsletters and tag lines pay the bills. Someday I fancy being able to sit at a computer for more than an hour at a time and actually write a story…maybe my story…maybe someone else’s…and most likely a combination of both.

You see, I get bored very easily. Just ask any of my former boyfriends. Writing has been my only constant. But I think I’m really waiting for someone to tell me I suck at it. That way I can cross that off my list and move on to maybe that psychology career I think about or opening up a doggie motel strictly for bulldogs. Unfortunately no one has done that for whatever reason…

so here we are.

Feel free to tell me I’m a horrible writer and that I shouldn’t quit my day job if I have one. I probably won’t point out your mullet or acne and I might not even tell you that the Baby Einstein videos you play for your kid won’t reverse their less-than-desirable genetic makeup. Hell…I might even eventually send you a coupon for a free psych evaluation or weekend at the pet motel.

In case you were wondering, I have no intention of putting any useful material on this website. It’s just that I’m running out of paper so I’m going digital with my diary.