...like if you don't write something, quick, your heart will burst out of your chest, dip a quill in its own blood, and scrawl something, just anything?
It feels like a rush to me, like when wind pushes you hard from behind, only this time, it goes through you, and electricity squirts out your fingers.
And then sometimes, it goes flaccid like a dick that has had to much to drink. You just never know what you're gonna get...which one.
If you write, you're a writer. Does that mean if you fuck, you're a fucker? Just kidding. Fucker.
I've said it before, and I'll likely say it again: I am so proud of some of you 'new' bloggers, I could bust. It has been a mighty pleasure, watching you spread your wings and soar, watching you develop coherent neural pathways, and just plain damn creating. Next to having children, this is the closest any of us will get to immortality, no matter how temporary that is. There, stick that conundrum in your pipe and smoke it.
And if you can't stand the heat, get offa my dick. Write when, where, and how much (or little) you want, and fuck everybody else, unless they are paying you damn good money. I love it that I get paid (a fucking pittance!) for doing this, but I am addicted to the alphabet, and the arranging thereof. Hopefully relatively coherently.
I hate it when someone tells me they are quitting blogging because of me. It has become so rote that I can make a form email from it. It goes like this: 'Bane, I realize I can never do what you do, so I am giving up'. Fucking pitiful.
I can't be you, either. So? I would go up against any writer today, or in history, in a write-off, and be totally confident I would kick their ass. But if I 'lost', would I quit writing? Asking me to stop breathing would be simpler.
I might be 'a standard' to judge yourself by, but I am under no illusions that I am 'The Standard'.
You might even be mine.
I weave a tangled web here. Still, it is a web. About five people on the planet get me. I give you the glimpse behind the curtain, and still, most will still not 'get it'. Some will, and others, in the beginning stages of 'getting it' will be drawn here, stay, or be repelled. Whatever. I do whatever it is I do.
I don't normally mention this, but I have an IQ that is set to Ridiculous Speed. Think 160, and then move on up. Which makes it all the more poignant, and dare I say, humorous, when I do completely stupid shit.
All this means is that I can see in colors, spectrums, that most of you have no idea exist.
So when I tell you your stuff is good, feel confident in yourself that, indeed, you have excelled. As so many of you do on a regular basis.
If I only leave one legacy of this blog behind me, know that.