relevantswitch

How many novels can one person think he's started if he never actually finishes any?????? I've tried to find a way to unblock my semi-self imposed writers block, tried changing my diet, changing the way that I smile, changing the way that I think but nothing seems to fix the fact that my head is planted soundly up my own ass. . . You know if I knew I could bend my neck in such a way, my teenage years would have been much more fulfilled. So if anyone has a head extraction tool that they don't mind getting a little dirty give me a call. .

If I have to look back and find a time that may have started all of this "I hate my own artistic voice-bullshit" it would have to be when a friend was faced with my "poetry" and my fiction and told me that I made a much better poet. No offense meant to the self-abasive wordsmiths of yesteryear but I never wanted to be a poet. I never wanted to be known for my masturbation of prose, I wanted to be a storyteller. If I wanted to "beat-off" on paper there are far more satisfying ways to do it. So here I am facing a few hundred pages that I was satisfied with a few years ago but loath now. Maybe I need to find a ghostwriter, maybe then I won't be afraid to give birth to a child composed of only my DNA. . . Am I really afraid of birthing myself into the world immortal or is my book safer in an unseen status? Questions Questions Questions. . .