Inner Workings of a Wishful Writer's... “Word-Day”

No Wins Yet... At least, I Am Entertained.

For as long as I can remember, 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 mischief and surgical precision.

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. I tried. They are heartlessly brutal. My wittle ink-slinger’s ego could not withstand such animosity.

No matter the hat I am wearing, my purpose is the same: to share my journey in the hope of inspiring and encouraging others—whether through rhetorical linguistics delivered with a touch of sass-i-tude, as I pick old scabs and bleed out an emotional release of trauma acknowledgements, or by seeing heavenly sparkles and offering words of encouragement rooted in perseverance.

Either way, I seek nothing more or less than any other wordsmith—or person—pursuing their dreams and manifesting them into reality: to be able to work every day at something they love, to earn a living in peace and happiness, and not remain confined on the hamster wheel of life, grinding it out for someone else. Utterly depleted of energy each day, never fully recovering by the end of the weekend—only to bang it out once again.

Success will claim us through persistence, once we remain peaceful through the highs and lows of slow progress—unbreakable through the unexpected snags that leave us questioning what the hell we are even doing, and whether we are out of our minds for going all in.

Then it is onto the everlasting brood, heart-wrenching rumination: can we live with nothing until there is finally… something?