I Am Back With A Raging Hard On

The pen is (see what I did there?) is truly mightier than the sword.

Photo by Alessandro Bellone on Unsplash

Back after my early-Summer/late-Spring break.

Straight back into the thick of it.

Down with a cold, man flu, jet lagged, overworked, underpaid. But hey, I’m back. Raging to go. Raging to contribute, share, live, learn, blossom, fight, try, fail. This is my platform. My pen, my weapon of mass destruction. My portal to a universe I can imagine. Luck I can manifest. Belief I can win. Stuff I can own. Epic, gorgeous, unfinished — the best is yet to come. I’ve bloody missed writing. Can’t wait to dive back in. Starting now.

I don’t care that I have nothing tangible to write, or fears to overcome, or diets to hack, or productivity tools to clickbait — I don’t care that my content is wishy-washy. My style of prose will make your tits tighten. That’s what it’s about. Emotion. Raw carnality. Sheer unflinching will, desire, hunger, thirst, power, metamorphosis, blood, sweat, tears. Living life through my vicarious writing. Making you laugh, squirm, guffaw, gasp, hop, skip, cry, jump. That’s my value to the world. Breaking down the sheer walls of mediocrity. That’s what I PROMISE I’m here to do.

And I’ll bloody do it in my style, on time, ahead of schedule, within budget.

Overdelivering all the way to the grave. And then some.

So congrats. You have a direct line to a lean, mean writing machine, delivered straight to your inbox.

Enjoy the ride.

You’re welcome.