Inner Workings of a Wishful Writer
No Victories Yet... But the Plot Thickens.
Since my earliest memories, I have been intrigued by words. Nowadays, whenever I hear a new word or realize I neglected to give one attention, it’s instantly jotted into my notes. And, of course, I make up a few along the way…
Wordipulator: the Principle Architect of Articulation—the artful manipulation of the alphabet with surgical precision and mischief.
For those who understand the grind in any industry, trying to break out on their own—doesn’t twelve hours feel like nothing?
No matter how sunny and beautiful it is outside, pulling myself away from writing for a break, a walk for fresh air or even to get my heart rate up is absolutely out of the question. Only later do I remind myself that I have preached the importance of staying active daily—and now my hands are dirty.
In the morning, it’s an expeditious “injection” of caffeine after I bow my head to give grace for the day. Then, a mad dash to see what went on through the night—only to arrive at the daily illumination that I still haven’t found my niche or my “people.”
They say you can’t keep doing the same thing and expect different results—but I refuse to be on camera, making videos about my life or entertaining thoughts. I am a writer for a reason—to stay behind the scenes and to be ridiculed or liked for my words.
I say ridiculed lightly as if I truly wanted that I would be on Reddit.
No matter the hat I am wearing, my purpose remains the same: to share my journey and random thoughts with f*cked up answers in the hope of inspiring and encouraging others. Whether it’s through rhetorical linguistics delivered with a touch of sassitude while I pick at old scabs to bleed out an emotional release or by seeing the heavenly sparkles that inspire words of encouragement.
Either way, I seek nothing more or less than any other wordsmith or person pursuing their dreams and manifesting them into reality: the opportunity to spend each day doing what we love instead of remaining confined to the hamster wheel of life.
Success will find us through persistence, so long as we remain at peace through the highs and lows of slow progress—unbreakable in the face of unexpected setbacks that leave us wondering what the hell we are even doing in the first place, whether we have completely short circuited our idea incubator by going all in with nothing to fall back on and waiting for the first sign that we are on the right path…
That is when the everlasting brood begins—the heart-wrenching rumination: can we live with nothing until there is finally… something?
