I don’t cheat when I write. I didn’t cut any corners writing Words Will Never hurt Me and I’m even taking the long way to turn Bland Book from first person to third person. There is nothing in my magazines that is not authentic. All my articles come from my own perspective and they are completely self-initiated. I took it upon myself to write the works that I have done, and nothing was asked of me. There was not a lofty prize at the end waiting for me to spur me on. My writing is something I enjoy and want to express my enjoyment for all the readers I may have.
Having a prize waiting for you at the end of the tunnel, like snow on the other side where you had left a sunny day doesn’t happen but once in a lifetime. To be geared for this reward on a continual basis will not allow you to create what most people seek to read or pay attention to. This is not an attempt to get you to write more, although I feel that making magazines is better for your self-worth than posting on Facebook. The fact is you must regurgitate what you consume. You cannot simply consume everything without output. My books are an output of the circumstances that built them. I was trying to capture in a nutshell what was going on around me. To show my level of recuperation and belief in myself that the world indeed was meant to have a benefit for those who are creators.
In Words Will Never hurt Me, I simply wrote what came to mind as fast as I could, writing nearly six to seven pages a day in multiple journals about multiple ideas. I wanted to be enthralled with my topics of interest. I let go and let my interests take over guiding my writing. It was meant to be the reality of my mind to show that I was sane when speaking of things most people would be abhorred to talk about in public. The culture that surrounded my writing did not know better and I was trying to showcase that a higher calling and writing for something you believed in could relieve you of any situation.
However, I was relieved of the situation by being forced to move along with my magazine and everything I put into it. My educational writings about the forefront of technology was leading to overall chaos and ill will towards humankind. That the technology has indeed superseded us. I was trying my best to keep up with the digital forefront that had taken over my screen and left me with very little room to call my own. I had no space to conjure up new ideas and have the time to let them pass. I did my best to keep the ideas continuously fresh and interesting as I kept moving forward.
I continue with my writing knowing full well that the ideas I try to put forth are already past and never present. The newsworthy nature of trying to relate facts rather than ideas that motivate people to follow in your footsteps, keeps much of what I have to say at bay. I have written how to be successful in the Sabana Centro, and some of this writing here shows how people on Medium are successful. They write to tell you how it’s done and what success looks like. That is why some college bound students want their essays written by someone who is already successful and go to lengths to interview those they admire for words they can emulate.
I am a worker of writing and therefore treated as a worker. My writing is meant to succeed as there would be nothing left to drive me to write except the belief that it is work. This is demoralization at its core and taught in schools on how to be a boss. I am my own boss. Those that have feelings of remorse, guilt, or are victims are brought up to be made into workers of society. Trying to demonstrate one’s sanity along a timeline like in my Bland Book is just another attempt for myself to feel better that I am steering clear of the wrong things to do. When in fact, I’m trying to show I’m being led in the right direction. This whole time I have been doing great things that only a few have noticed or appreciated. Do I feel bad for being overlooked or unable to draw in leads with technology? Not really, I have a repertoire.