So, What’s the Plan?

This question is addressed to each and every one of you who wants to be the next Stephen King in writing. What’s your plan? What’s your strategy? What are your goals?

Here, I’ll start . . .

My plan is to flood the market. To produce as much as I can for as long as I can until someone sees me. My plan is to take my career into my own hands and become the most prolific writer since Shakespeare. My plan is to have so much work I receive calls from publishing companies telling me to slow down, I’m writing too fast. That’s my plan.

My strategy? Well, that’s a work in progress. What I’m working on right now is building an audience and establishing a fan-base, really. As of now, I know nothing about building a successful blog and have pretty much been winging the shit, I don’t network or socialize which works to my detriment, and my laser focus on production alone is causing me to miss out on other opportunities.

My goals? What the fuck are goals?!

So, as you can see, I’m not exactly the best of planners. I am, however, pretty good at getting off my ass and kicking shit into gear. I am pretty good at looking back and analyzing the choices I made that got me to this pathetic state in the first place, and I’m good at correcting my mistakes.

So, I’ll be serving as the guinea pig for this segment.

Here goes . . .

Now, I’ll tell ya a little story. I was coming home from work one day, frustrated that I was a broke son of a bitch that needed to get his shit together. Now, what i do in this state is analyze why I’m there in the first place and think of schemes to get out of it. Well, anyway, every time I get a paycheck, a bill comes and takes it from me, essentially saying I’m working to pay the bills, literally.

I get on the bus and reflect on my financial state some more and a voice in my head said, “you’re broke because you choose to be”. Whoa. That one was a shocker, but I went with it. How was I choosing to be broke? Well, I turned down job interviews, turned down opportunities to make more money when they arose, always opt to go home early from work, and spend what money I do have on chips and cookies like a fat-ass (even though I workout every single morning and evening).

And, judging from all these things, I was, in fact, choosing to be broke. Once I realized this, I knew it was time to ask myself some tough questions. Why was I choosing to be broke? Because I was too lazy to do the work? Why was I too lazy to do the work? Because I wasn’t passionate about it? Why wasn’t I passionate about it? Because it wasn’t what I’d planned on doing with my life.

You really think I moved from NY to CA after graduating college to become a waiter making $12/hour as well as being a barback making the same amount, only being scheduled once or twice a week? The answer to that is a resounding NO!

So, after realizing that me being in this situation is entirely my fault and that the only person to change it was me, I decided that I will no longer choose to be broke nor choose to be lazy.

So, what does this have to do with writing? Everything, if you really want to succeed.

The moral of the story is that your life is entirely your responsibility, that everything that happens to you is your fault. And, even though that’s a tough pill to swallow, the sooner you swallow it, the sooner you can take control and create th life you truly want for yourself.

I know this is a bit off-beat from my usual stuff but hey, you guys don’t know much about me and yet you’re reading my shit so I figured I’d at least reveal something about myself to you, like the fact I’m not a robot!

Practical steps? Just sit down for a minute, unplug everything, and do some introspection about what the fuck you really want. Where do you want to take your writing career? How much do you want to earn? How many people do you want to influence? And lastly, what the fuck you’re going to do to get there.

Alright, that’s my spiel. Til next week . . .

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