“Don’t create anything. It will be misinterpreted, it will not change, it will follow you the rest of your life.”
Bob Dylan.
This July makes three years. I’m twenty-six, and only started pursuing my dream three years ago. One day I’ll tell you all of my lame excuses for taking so long, but for now, I’ll wait.
My dream? Published writer. Entertainer, and annoyer of the masses. What else?
That’s why I need you to read my blogs.
I’m a balding man with little classical education, and I need subscriptions to use as publishing credit.
I’ll keep them short. 500 to 1,000 words should be OK. And I’m only going to post on the first and third Friday of every month, so we’re only talking two or three hours of your time, per year. That’s not to much to ask for I hope.
You can do that… right?
I knew you could you sexy fucker‘s.
A few years back I took some money from my Fantasy & Science Fiction Magazine budget to buy some books on publishing. Deep down inside of one of them, I found an insert on bloging. I was opposed to the idea of online anything around then, but now have a different opinion (obviously).
Further into the book I came across a nifty trick called the cover letter. It’s a great way to look professional, kiss the ass of the editor or agent your writing, and brag a little about your publishing credits. For most, the cover letter, is not a necessity, but if written properly it can jamb a steal toed boot in the door of the publishing world. But, the book said I should include something I didn’t have. Something I had yet to earn.
All I could write under publication credits was, Not yet published. (It sounds better then unpublished because the word is to close to un-publishable for my taste.)
The more credits you have, the better your chances.
That’s why I’m here.
At first, I thought publishing my fiction online was lame, and still do just to a lesser extent. Even without a fan base, it’s to easy for any asshole to post themselves on MySpace and call it publication brilliance. To me, that’s like spreading cream cheese on a cow turd and calling it breakfast.
And all for nothing.
I didn’t know you could consider it a publication credit if you had enough subscribers.
Now, I do.
On top of that, I realized I don’t have to post fiction in my blogs. That gave me a whole new place to vent my creative steam.
I never thought nonfiction writing would be for me, but I’m having a hell’uva time.
Of course, you know… I can’t just post this garbage and call it brilliant writing worth reading (or breakfast). I need you, kind reader (see how I kissed your ass there?) to deem my work worth subscribing to.
All I can offer is what you see, and the fact that it‘s free.
If you like it, and are willing to take another step further on this wondrous journey with me, copy and paste some of my blogs into your bulletins. Send them in messages to your pals talking about some of the things we have discovered together (and make it sound sexy… because sex sells so well. Then tell them we have punch and pie. More people will come if they think we have punch and pie).
I ask this of you because I have learned the most important thing about bloging. It’s simple, and easily justified.
It’s free exposure for twats like me.
Tell your friends.
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