Tuesday, May 30, 2006
I want to be a writer.
I am a writer.
I want to be a successful writer.
I have tasted success.
I want to be a really successful writer.
Does that mean money?
To an extent. It means satisfaction and recognition from my peers is more important.
I want to leave a bodyof work that will be remembered.
Does that mean fame?
Possibly. I prefer infamy.
Success cannot equal obscurity.
Obscurity does not equal success.
How do I make that it all happen?
Work my skinny white arse off.
Don't take no for an answer.
Grow a thicker skin.
Learn from others. No room in this business for ego.
The result shall be --- escape from rat race? Personal satisfaction? A happy death?
I wonder how I will die. Spike Milligan always said he wanted an Elephant to fall on him. I quite like the idea of that. Maybe a Hippo then. Or a very large Otter.
My sentences are very short today. So is my attention span.
I love you all.
I think once the talent part is there - attitude and sticking to it is over half the battle.