It is dificult for me to look back at all of the old posts, and read whatever it is I had to say at that point in time, for it was an old year of mine.
Now that I am in a year of new beginnings for myself, I must do away with all that is old - or that I feel to be outside of this curvature of - new and push forward.
So... I've decided to give up on calling myself a writer. I have never been such, and I do not think I will ever fit the typical shoe's of such. I do not see what I'll be able to call myself next, or if I wish to call myself anything other than my name for that matter -- but the time and place for that thought has yet to come. So while I have time to think and dwell on it, I will do so - outside of the paradigms aligned in my head with me and the make of a 'writer'
Writer's are seen by the majority to be bum's who have no true skill in life other than with their words and must go on limping through life looking for hand outs to live . . . at least here in America I feel as if this opinion of mine holds true. regardless, there have been many people who are successful in chasing their dream while keeping it concealed. I suppose I've been going about this thing all ass backwards then, huh?
I should stop telling everyone I'm a writer, and write.
There are almost half as many draft posts sitting on my dashboard of this blog than posts that have actually made it out onto the net.
So this will be the end of "The Writer's Mannerism" and 'the writer' will go seek himself out, in the next blog.
