Write or Eat
I make a living with my words.
My words won’t be pimped out for pennies or scattered around dark pages only visible by flashlight.
I’m going to make a living from my words.
If someone makes a living from writing we don’t ask how much per word; per book; how much living per page pays. Because we don’t talk about it, some people think they can’t do it.
We all define success in our own way. In my vision my words are tumbling out of people’s mouths around the world. My characters are on the screen and on the page in homes, on phones, and on devices wherever there is internet capability.
My words will travel; my characters will come to life.
They will be multi-cultural, multi-dimensional representations of the world in which we live. Not your world or my world but our world. My characters will be different shapes, sizes and hues. They will coexist like we coexist; getting it done; living life; reflecting life in one another’s image.
My characters will reflect life: not my life or your life but Life.
Everyone doesn’t look like you.
Everyone doesn’t look like me.
I don’t dream about a world where everyone, except the best friend, neighbor, victim, or suspect is the same hue.
What do I do to inspire a revolution? I write. I write characters that reflect reality and who can exist in fantasy; I write characters who breathe.
My family will eat my words.
We will eat because I weave words that sell in one way or the other. Words that continue to sustain us; encourage, nurture, nourish, provide, inspire, unite. Whether I write, teach, present, host, or craft a career out of a combination of roles I will make my living with words.
I write for many different reasons, one of them just happens to be so my family can eat.