Everything Is Fine
Wake up.
Today's a writing day. Put on the big smile because today you're living the dream. Today you get to write. Today you can write stories, and write about writing, and write about your life, and take heart in the fact that while so many people have difficulty finding the words, you've got two very expensive degrees that gave you plenty.
Keep smiling, and let the world see you're smiling, because you're living the dream, so everything's taken care of. Everything is fine.
Check your auctions. Contact agencies of the literary and employment variety to get the same answer from both, but hey, you're trying, and no one can fault that, right? Check on other efforts, tug on lines you've cast out to see if anything's garnered a nibble. It doesn't matter if there's nothing to report, you're doing something, so keep smiling. Everything is fine.
Cancel a few things, postpone a couple more, reread some old books, replay some old games, rewatch some old shows. Cancel a few more things, chuckle at how some things that are so cheap are seen as luxuries. Buy food, generic's fine, you don't need to pay for advertising, you can't really afford it anyway. You can still laugh at things, so it's all good. Everything is fine.
Write. Blog. Tweet. Try to be funny. Mark troll-mail as spam, mark hate-mail as spam. Laugh it off. All authors likely get stuff like that. Act like the words didn't get to you, go for walks with loud music to drown out the slurs you still hear in your head. It just means you're making it, you've finally arrived. Everything is fine.
Cancel a few more things. Sell some more things. Buy food. Write. Don't ask for help, that's blood in the water. Write some more, because it's doing something until you can call around again to check the lines you've cast. Don't ask for help. Keep smiling, because you're living the dream. Everything is fine.
Run out of things to cancel. Sell some things you didn't think you'd sell. Buy food. Write to do something, mostly to quiet a voice you thought you outran in your twenties, a voice that doesn't hold sway anymore, but it's there nonetheless. Shrug off the trolls, don't open the hate mail. Don't ask for help, because that'll burn the few bridges you have left, just keep smiling, keep laughing. Because you're still writing, still living the dream. Don't ask for help, because there's no blood in the water.
Everything is fine.
Today's a writing day. Put on the big smile because today you're living the dream. Today you get to write. Today you can write stories, and write about writing, and write about your life, and take heart in the fact that while so many people have difficulty finding the words, you've got two very expensive degrees that gave you plenty.
Keep smiling, and let the world see you're smiling, because you're living the dream, so everything's taken care of. Everything is fine.
Check your auctions. Contact agencies of the literary and employment variety to get the same answer from both, but hey, you're trying, and no one can fault that, right? Check on other efforts, tug on lines you've cast out to see if anything's garnered a nibble. It doesn't matter if there's nothing to report, you're doing something, so keep smiling. Everything is fine.
Cancel a few things, postpone a couple more, reread some old books, replay some old games, rewatch some old shows. Cancel a few more things, chuckle at how some things that are so cheap are seen as luxuries. Buy food, generic's fine, you don't need to pay for advertising, you can't really afford it anyway. You can still laugh at things, so it's all good. Everything is fine.
Write. Blog. Tweet. Try to be funny. Mark troll-mail as spam, mark hate-mail as spam. Laugh it off. All authors likely get stuff like that. Act like the words didn't get to you, go for walks with loud music to drown out the slurs you still hear in your head. It just means you're making it, you've finally arrived. Everything is fine.
Cancel a few more things. Sell some more things. Buy food. Write. Don't ask for help, that's blood in the water. Write some more, because it's doing something until you can call around again to check the lines you've cast. Don't ask for help. Keep smiling, because you're living the dream. Everything is fine.
Run out of things to cancel. Sell some things you didn't think you'd sell. Buy food. Write to do something, mostly to quiet a voice you thought you outran in your twenties, a voice that doesn't hold sway anymore, but it's there nonetheless. Shrug off the trolls, don't open the hate mail. Don't ask for help, because that'll burn the few bridges you have left, just keep smiling, keep laughing. Because you're still writing, still living the dream. Don't ask for help, because there's no blood in the water.
Everything is fine.
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