Web Pull This

Some of my best work, well writing wise, has been scribbled or tapped out when I am the most frustrated, depressed, hurt, angry, frustrated. It is when I am at my ugliest that I am able to write some kick ass stuff. During the rainbows and unicorns brief moments I get way too idealistic and I get carried away with savoring the happy. I have tried like nobody’s business to pull together a poem or anything to express my happy phase I come up empty handed or it sounds so grade school. The second my feet hit the ground and reality throttles my throat, BAM, I am able to weave together some awesome writes.

I tried my hand at writing a story and got it self published although the price tag for that reminds me daily that I paid them to publish my words not the other way around. I did make enough on sales to buy myself a nice lunch but even though I have had a few telling me to publish a book of poems which most feel is my strong point I think I will keep my money in a safe place and share my poetry on here.

I am what I call an isolated writer because I don’t spend any time really even though I have lots of it lately, reading famed authors and literary greats to follow in their footsteps. I don’t have years of higher education telling me that my writing is this or that and lacks what ever; I write from the center of who I am, my spirit. I am as down to earth and real as I can get without total exposure. I like how I write and if it’s too raw or too edgy or too honest for you the reader to wrap your mind around then oh well, your loss.

OK, so what ever I may write whether it be on here or some other site doesn’t get a thumbs up or a comment good or bad; I still exist and if nothing I write gets published again or accredited I am still going to be me and I will continue writing in the format that I’m comfortable in. If I do decide one day to pull together a stack of my poems for publishing it will most likely be for copy write issues so regarding the web content pullers won’t capitalize on my work.

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