Self-Censorship- an exercise in how *not* to be a writer
There are two elements working against me in becoming a writer. The first is the fact that I could never let my parents *ever* read my work. Yeah, thats all I need.
Ma: "You wrote this? How could you write such filth? I thought we raised you better than this!"
Me: Blows head off with a double barrel shotgun.
And my father would give me the same talk when we first got the internet in my house when I was around 9.
Pa: "There are certain things on the internet you shouldn't look at."
Me: Blows head off again (yeah, I got two heads, whats it to you?) when I see his heartbreak when he realizes his little girl reads smut.
Answer: Write under a nom de plume. I'm thinking maybe even "Uthrodiel" Who cares if its pretentious to write under the name of an angel? I figure my rampant blasphemy and smut writing already has me on angelic hit-lists.
OK: the next reason becoming a writer will be difficult is because I am a procrastinator by nature. I would much rather read other people's writing than write my own half the time. Ideas aren't the problem, I got tons of them. Its just my lack of discipline that prevents me from being great.
Oooohohho- look who's head is getting a bit bloated.
OK, so today I'm sitting in a very touchy-feely class at my school, where we are trying to discover out inner voice or some such thing that makes me vaguely ill. The woman next to me is crying and what am I thinking about?
Blow jobs: How to write about them in a way that is not cliche.
Fuck.
Do you want to know, imaginary reader, why I am writing this shit right now?
Its because I didn't want my last journal to be on top, on the off chance that one of my friend's knew about this site, I don't want them to think I've gone completely off.
I'm a loser, baby.
Why won't you kill me?
Ma: "You wrote this? How could you write such filth? I thought we raised you better than this!"
Me: Blows head off with a double barrel shotgun.
And my father would give me the same talk when we first got the internet in my house when I was around 9.
Pa: "There are certain things on the internet you shouldn't look at."
Me: Blows head off again (yeah, I got two heads, whats it to you?) when I see his heartbreak when he realizes his little girl reads smut.
Answer: Write under a nom de plume. I'm thinking maybe even "Uthrodiel" Who cares if its pretentious to write under the name of an angel? I figure my rampant blasphemy and smut writing already has me on angelic hit-lists.
OK: the next reason becoming a writer will be difficult is because I am a procrastinator by nature. I would much rather read other people's writing than write my own half the time. Ideas aren't the problem, I got tons of them. Its just my lack of discipline that prevents me from being great.
Oooohohho- look who's head is getting a bit bloated.
OK, so today I'm sitting in a very touchy-feely class at my school, where we are trying to discover out inner voice or some such thing that makes me vaguely ill. The woman next to me is crying and what am I thinking about?
Blow jobs: How to write about them in a way that is not cliche.
Fuck.
Do you want to know, imaginary reader, why I am writing this shit right now?
Its because I didn't want my last journal to be on top, on the off chance that one of my friend's knew about this site, I don't want them to think I've gone completely off.
I'm a loser, baby.
Why won't you kill me?