What’s your dream job?

If you’re here reading this, you’re sort of looking at it.

My dream job is to write for a living (again). I got a taste of it for a few years when Newsbreak was just throwing money at me, but that income source dried up like an old African desert well and the tap has never really been turned on for me again.

So, I write.

I write poems every day, not because I think they’re going to make me money, but because I love writing poetry and I think the more I write, the better I will get. The better I get, the more confidence I will have in myself to share the things I write with other people, and make a name for myself out there.

Meanwhile, I made a different name for myself elsewhere.

I’ve been publishing erotica on Amazon KDP for the last couple of months and this month it’s really starting to “take off” in that it’s only the 20th of January and I’ve made $24.49, which I know sounds like NOTHING in the scheme of things, but we all have to start somewhere, and this is my beginning, and I want you all here for it.

Writing erotica is fun and easy, and I hope that in a few months I’ll have published enough to have a decent passive income, but I know consistency is key and if I don’t publish at least one new short story a week it may not work out, and really I should be writing longer, novella style work like some of the other authors in my niche.

I am enjoying myself, I am proud of myself, but the one who writes erotica isn’t the self I want to put out to the world to represent me and my writing.

The thing is, there’s not much else I have to show for it yet.

I have a million ideas for novels but I get stuck in my own head thinking:

This idea isn’t good enough, no one will want to read this, this is stupid, I’m stupid, I suck, I’m a loser, why bother?

Every. Single. Time.

So, I come to share here in the hopes that people will enjoy my writing, like it, and comment to stroke my ego, ha! as if you write on the internet and don’t want comments.

This is my home on the internet. I come here to play and explore and see what I can do, and see if anyone out there wants to step up and do it with me.

I will write about all the things.

Fiction, poetry, essays, articles, novels, novellas, everything.

I’ll be like that woman, was it Toni Morrison? who wrote down once everything she wanted in life and she ended up accomplishing it all, I want to write my list and then I want to live it.

But oh, please, the gods who may be listening: please let me make a living writing again one day.

Having to work for a boss is crushing my soul.

_{Image made by me with Gemini.}