Morning Pages Entry – March 15, 2014

There’s no need to overcomplicate things, and blow things up so they’re bigger then they seem. But, for some reason, that’s exactly what I seem to do all the time, when it comes to getting the job done. More specifically, the job of publishing my first book. It’s not that tricky, and in the grand scheme of things, it’s not even all that important. It’s purely a selfish exercise in self expression, with the hopes of validating your importance during this stupidly short period in your life time. And, it has the added benefit, of making you happier, and wealthier at the same time. The Big thing to remember though, is that it’s not all that important. To anyone but you actually. So, just do what’s right for you in the most entirely selfish way you can. And for fucks sake, have a bit of fun doing it. You can’t possibly make anything worse then it already is, so what do you have to lose? Simplify, simplify, simplify. Think about it like an obsessed 10 year old would. Like it’s the only thing in the world that 10 year old wants, and go after it. Divorce yourself from all the other crap circulating around it, and focus on the actual job of getting the work done. That’s all you have to do. Get the work done, and throw it out to the frenzied masses and let them have their way with it. It’s kind of like how I write the crap in these morning journal pages. Just don’t think about it so much, it doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be. Just let it be. So what if it sucks, so what if it’s not fantastic. Just so long as you make an honest attempt to do the right thing, and you get it finished. Simple and true. Imagine what a great story it would be, to publish your first book in 8 months, then publish the next one (an even better one) in one month. How fucked up is that? Pretty fucked up, but your not likely the only or the first person to achieve such a ridiculous accomplishment. So what, if you have to do everything yourself? It doesn’t matter, and likely for your first attempt, that’s a better idea. Get out there, and do it all. The writing, the marketing, the publishing, the cover, the editing. Whatever the hell you want to do. If you don’t want to do it, then hell outsource the shit. Again, your overcomplicating things by thinking about all the crap that goes around the work. Just go and do some frigging writting. Like a 10 year old, that wants nothing else for Christmas, but to have his first novel purchased. Don’t even think, of buying him anything else. If you do, he’s just going to hate it, and hide it under his mattress, and tell the world that it’s lost forever. That is, until, his parents find it, and ask him, what the hell he was thinking. Even if he really like the gift you got him. Ah hell, now, I’m digressing far to far back into my twisted childhood. It’s the obsession that you need to go after. You need to obsess over this muther, like the fate of the planet was hanging in the balance. Like your the doctor, but you don’t have the timey whimey stuff on your side. You just have to grit it out, and get the friggin train rolling. Once your focused, and the train is rolling, then you can let IT obsess your every walking and sleeping moment. At least until it crashes into the station, and you jump tracks to the next train you can ride at mach 3 till it implodes on itself, or sells a million copies. Whichever the hell comes first. Doesn’t really matter which, although the latter would likely be a better scenario. But, who knows? More money just equals more problems right? Ah, fuck, how would I know. I would like to know, I’d like to see, exactly what kinds of problems those are. And, then throw a bunch of money at them, and see if they go running for the hills. Likely they would. Time to find out though. That’s the biggest question here in my life. So, need to get those blinders on, and run that train till it stops. Or at least, as far as it will take me. How knows, maybe it never stops.

TIGERBLOOD: no DAILYMOOD: disappointed LOCATION: home office WORDSWRITTEN:0 PUSHUPS: 2:00 minutes plank TODO: editing, reading, writing, focusing TV: Louis C.K., dr who, greys anatomy BOOK: none GAME: Bioshock Infinite EXERCISE: none WEIGHT: 175 BREAKFAST: bacon & eggs LUNCH: big ass salad DINNER: spaghetti sauce (no noodles) SNACKS: orange, grapes, mixed nuts ALCOHOL: none BEDTIME: 2 am AWAKE: 9 am

 

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