Just write, buddy!

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Well, buddy, you don’t; writing ain’t a competition (I mean…maybe it is, idk?). Sure as hell can’t be replicated, and many might try and follow the “formula”; but there’s no sustainability to it.

Write because you WANT to, not because you have to. Not because you want a few people to pat you on the back, do it because it’s that little nagging in your brain, that itch you just can’t scratch, let yourself be vulnerable, and don’t be afraid of looking like a fool.

Smile, lay back, and just let it flow.

Simple as that, as with anything worth doing or worth creating; there’s no defined path for it — you figure it out, as you go along.

Pieces I wrote years ago are a reflection of what I felt at the time, do I regret writing them? No.

Have I evolved? Yes.

Does it matter if anybody notices? Depends. Depends “why”…

At what point will you have the courage to sit along in a room, alone with your thoughts, maybe throw on your favourite record, or maybe you were on the bus and noticed something mundane — a spark occurred, and there you were; couldn’t wait to get home and write it all down.

Heck you might’ve even scribbled a few words in your notebook or smartphone.

That euphoria, the ecstatic feeling when you finally let it all out; orgasmic, wasn’t it?

I wouldn’t know…I don’t actually get laid, but I’m sure it’s a similar feeling.

Truth of the matter is, you worry too much, you think too much about WHAT other’s will perceive of it.

I say be shameless,

Be courageous,

Be vulnerable,

Be content,

But most of all, don’t chase tails — define your voice.

No matter how absurd or unpleasant it seems; let it be known, it’s who you are — and damn I can’t think of anybody worth remembering who found success by copying others.

It doesn’t mean you can’t be inspired, sure you can.

But who do we remember the most?

The creator or the copycat?

Johnny Cash’s version of Hurt or Nine Inch Nail’s Original, aren’t they both just as equally wonderful?

Because they were both vulnerable, both of reflections of the artist, both were originals in their own right.

So…don’t think too much, just write for now.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to convincing my neighbours my house is in fact haunted.

I failed to learn the piano, so I decided I’d play the keyboard instead. //All aboard the Crazytrain.

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