Alright… While I work on my novel, I made an executive decision to continue pursuing a writing career in other ways and help out other writers.
This brings me to BAD WRITING.
Bad writing is all around us, my friends. Click on any content mill website and immerse yourself in the whimsical ways of writers who know not what they do (or maybe they know and don’t care) and get paid very little – if anything – to do it.
I am not good at selling or pimping myself (I am a writer after all) so my hopes of this self-petting not being painful are pretty vain.
I am already feeling uncomfortable and icky inside while I sit here trying to tell you why you need me in your life. *Excuse me while I bathe in bathroom wipes*
You need me because I am honest; I am reasonable; I won’t string you along. I won’t tell you it took two hours to do a job when it only took one.
Enjoy the rest of your week.