How do you ever know, really know? Look in the mirror and ask yourself two questions:
Do those I love tell me I am great? Do those who don’t know me tell me I am not worth their time?
Not enough to know though. One could always argue no one has actually said I am not worth their time, not directly. Some have told me it is not the right time, others have said I might one day be worth their time. And anyway, every published artist is told at some point by someone, you are not worth our time..
So is the only way to know, to be fool enough to try? And if you are not Ed Woods, but Ed Lear, are you fool not to?
I suppose I should introduce myself.
My name is not Mary Kate, but for here and now, for our mutual purposes.. that is you and I.. it is as good as any other. Perhaps I am hoping something of her odd character will rub off on me. She would be considerably better at this than I.
So just another wannabe.. recommended by all known associates of the same surname and soon to be available at an amazon near you? Not quite, well actually it feels like, not even close, but I could regret those words..
I have too many, words that is, constantly clogging my head up. This may thin them out. Despite the disclaimer I will likely always be a writer and for a long time I was quite sure I would like to be a storyteller for a living. I just never thought it would be quite so public.
I was nine when the Eureka moment hit me, right after an adventure with Four and Kiki the parrot. I never thought to question it even once after that, until 50 Shades happened. All of a sudden the game changed and I'm not allowed to be socially stunted with dubious hygiene anymore (not that I am but I would like the option. Believe me?)
Anyway here's my dirty laundry.. please use a softener, I'm a delicate soul..
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Isn’t that every writer’s secret fear?
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