There’s always somebody trying to tell you how to run your business, when them, themselves don’t even have a business nor knows nothing of running one or starting one. I have to sit back and think to myself sometimes and wonder how come they can dish out advise on something that’s never peeked their interest. Those are the people I just would like to slap right in the kisser, no lie..lol…They have all of this so called knowledge, but yet and still, they never try to invest the know it all into a potential business of their own. The reason being is because they don’t have the mindset to pour energy into something they have to bust their asses to get.
Now what I love is to listen or take positive advise from the people who have walked the walk and talked the talk. I can gain insights on making bigger moves and potentially gaining some knowledge I need to improve my business. Now those are the kind of people I can just kiss in the kisser..lol..just kidding. But on all seriousness, be around like minded people. But you know, don’t get me wrong, sometimes a person who knows nothing about nothing can conjure up some great ideas for your business…it’s just a waste that they don’t self indulge on the knowledge.
After you write your award winning novel…what next? You can’t wait for the world to read it. The world will only consist of your family and friends for starters..lol..but hey, support usually comes from family and friends first and then it SUPPOSED to make it to the people who know nothing of you or the novel it took you many days and nights to complete. Nowadays, it’s so hard to get your book(s) published with a well known publisher. You’d think they’d loosen up the guidelines and give a new author a chance to shine bright like a diamond, or maybe a rusty nail in so many cases..lol..it feels like you’ve stepped on a rusty nail after so many painful rejections from so many publishers that you’ve nervously submitted your novel to.
But now what? You’ve been refused by even some of the best publisher in the game. You self publish, that’s what you do. You promote yourself like you’ve been paid to promote yourself. Treat your novel like a novel that you were paid to get the world to notice. Market yourself in any and every way possible. There are so many free opportunities to self promote. The tools are at your finger tips literally. So what next? You do the leg work. Work your ass off to get notice by readers, build your audience. Hell, you may luck up and have a well known publishing company come seek you out. Hey, it has happened!
But in the meantime, never give up your passion for writing. And NEVER give up on yourself when it seems as if the world have passed you buy. Remember, Apple started in a garage.:)
Often times I don’t practice what I preach. I know I’m not alone when it comes to this cliché. I try to touch on every project that I’m involved in, but more times then less, here lately I have not been writing on my blog. Shame on me right? How can you grow your audience when you’re not giving them anything to help you grow? Well, I have been making time for everything but this. But starting today, I vow to be a better blogger (I’m really not a blogger..lol)…lets just say, I’m gonna try..lol..
I have “Sexrinder” that is way overdue for release. I plan to wrap it up soon! If you’re not familiar with my newest novella “Sexrinder”, go ck out some of older posts for some good ole snippets! I will load newer snippets as the release date grows closer. I also have another book coming for the ladies…”Girls Know Your Worth” well of course it’s a relationship book:). None like you’ve ever read before, trust me. Funny, full of great dating and relationship advise and entertaining!
Rushing progress can sometimes backfire in your face. We rush into working so feverishly and expect all of the chains to connect only to find out the links weren’t put together well enough. And after your hard rushed work, no one notices it. We all yarn for growth. We are all eager to take the next step forward to reach that certain goal or success level. Nothing happens over night, and trust, this is a true statement. I would love to take the short cut to success or to reach a personal goal, but I can’t. There are no short cuts for me to take. So I try to prioritize my time and work diligently to accomplish my goals towards success. I don’t mind taking the stairs up, so long as I make it to the top. And after my walk up I can ride the elevator back down.
You want to see me bare? You want to see the bend in my back as I touch my toes to show you how flexible I am? A yoga position I learned from the weeks prior. So unorthodox before, but now only a simple thought. You want to see me lay on the green of the wooden pool table while I gently slide the pool stick up and down my inner thighs againt my wetness? I’ll allow the eight ball to mimic your manhood. She’s self sufficient, she adapts easily to the shape. Oh, or do you want to watch as I give myself a bubble bath while allowing the bubbles to caress my nipples, imagine they’re your hands touching them oh so gently. You want to see how deep she goes? Here, lend me your finger.You want to see?
Books, books, and more books! Writing for me is therapeutic and it’s a great stress reliever. But I also write because I have a passion for it. Although I may not be a known author, it does not stop me from writing and sharing what I write with people who enjoy my work. I’m always writing and I challenge myself to become a better writer with each new book I dive into. With that being said, here is a snippet from a novel that I hope to have completed by Spring 2017. Love Me Dangerously….
The room was dark as matter with only the moonlight peering in between the grooves of the wooden ceiling causing an illumination from the florescent glow of the moon. A floating mixture of dust streamlined through the streaks of light floating abundantly in the rooms’ atmosphere. The strong scent of bleach and musk caused my sunken stomach to turn violently. Lying partially on my side underneath my petite frame, I could feel the touch of the cold, hard, dirt floor grinding against my damp frigid skin. The left side of my face rested slightly in the grimy dirt. The taste of blood thrust the surface of my tongue. My back flirted with unnerving agonizing pain near the c three vertebrae, making it damn near impossible to move my neck. The pain so extreme, I felt broken from head to toe.