A Vain Vain Vain Fantasy Insanity Vanity Re-Post–“THIS ONE Too! My Writing, Self-Delusional Façade” Am I A Writer? No. I Don’t Think So. Nice Try Lance Asshole!

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I Have Noticed, of Late,

That I Cannot Procreate…

Nor Create

Decent Prose.

*Heavy Sigh*

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I Wanna Be A Paperback Writer

So You Wanna Be A Writer?

(Charles Bukowski)

So, You Want To Be A Writer?

Video Credit: Shea et Al

This was originally written for just one person, But in my vain vanity fantasy, I decided to ‘Shit-Post’ it here.

(Because I am Lost at sea… And exhibiting my most hated characteristics: self-pity and self-loathing)

Lost at Sea

These are gonna come off as some really vain, pompous questions, but questions I struggle with every day:

1. Am I ‘Interesting?’

2. Is my writing worth a fuck?

3. Or am I just another schmuck?

4. Who calls Himself a ‘Writer?’

(There are many more I beat myself up over, and if you drill down into my archives, you may be happy/unhappy to discover them, but for the purposes of THIS Post, They are Not Germane.)

Not fishing for validation, compliments, nor smoke blown up my vanity ass—Honesty.

Honesty is all I need. All I desire.

Billy Joel–‘Honesty’

If my writing is only self-serving, then I am a failure (as a writer)

Please be honest—Trust me: I can take it—There is no harsher critic of me, than me.

Sometimes I feel lost at sea—And, as a sailor, this is never a good thing.

I keep watching/listening to Bukowski and asking myself these questions.

Take some time with your respond:

I am way past the point of counting upon ‘Instant Gratification.’

Cheers My Good,

Honest Friends,

–Many-Feet Marcom—Wanna-Be Writer

8 thoughts on “A Vain Vain Vain Fantasy Insanity Vanity Re-Post–“THIS ONE Too! My Writing, Self-Delusional Façade” Am I A Writer? No. I Don’t Think So. Nice Try Lance Asshole!”

  2. DFWSteve,
    “I prefer not to have the aroma of meat shits in my maxwell house.”

    LMFAO!

    THANK YOU.
    Laughs are MAGIC To My Ears… Er… Eyes.
    Whatevah!
    Tanks A-Gin!!
    –Lance, Who is A lot
    Of Bullshit.

  3. The Mickey O’Rourke vehicle Barfly was based on Factotum, wasn’t it? And by the way, for some odd reason a coffee pot comment just inserted itself into my comment box.

  4. Gawd-o-mightee, man go to wall marts and buy a proper coffee maker. They is cheep thar’. But to each his own. I prefer not to have the aroma of meat shits in my maxwell house.

  6. Once I was a drunk and a soldier. I got a bonus and I roamed the California highway one in the eighties. I wanted to drink in every bar. I had a lot of money and I met a old man. He liked me. I bought the drinks. We talks for hours and he read my work. He told me. I wrote like shit. Suffer some more and you can write better. I didn’t know he was famous till years later. He was cool, Charles Bukowski. He like real talk and he didn’t like fake people. He could drink.

  7. johncoyote

    Thank you so much John.

    I have more to say on this subject, but right now I am watching piss-pants Joe — State-of-the-Union

  8. Us, who love to write. We are mad-men and mad-women. I will publish some books this year. I have 2500 poems and stories. I better do soon, or I will never do. I met Bukowski, a long time ago. I bought the drinks, and I didn’t know who he was. He told me. You write like shit. Live and suffer some more. You will write better.

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