So I google myself tonight and I find my DocuDharma entry second only to my Cliffs Notes.
Not only that, but the two top image results are from What’s for Dinner.
Impact is funny sometimes.
What is famous?
Now frankly, I don’t often think of myself as famous.
buhdy is much more popular than I am and while he admires my writing on certain technical levels (or at least has said so). I don’t like any of it except for particular turns of phrase.
Cheap theatrics I can teach anyone.
Fortunately good writing is the least of your problems if you want to be famous.
Persistence and Regularity
Whatever success I have is entirely due to persistence and regularity.
Well, isn’t that what you expect a writer to say? It’s as big a cliche as thanking Touchdown Jesus.
Eat some fucking bran if you want to be regular.
Establishing a reputation
C’mon, let’s all take the Poet’s Pledge-
I, [the Poet’s name], do hereby solemnly pledge:
To be peculiar in the most unusual way I can cook up
To write excellently, or more especially to be known to write excellently
To master bards of old and bards anew, or at least never give on that I haven’t
To advance in gestures of my own and not in the stirrings of a majority, except where money is at stake
To be perceived as morally suspect, no matter what the truth
To sniff at adulation and pooh-pooh honors no matter how much I crave them
To obey whim and eschew duty, or at least appear to
To rove ruffian-like across continents of poems with ease, or at least make them think so
To engage in ridiculous arguments, all hot and sweaty for my own position
To be judicious only in the judging of my own merits and mean about the others
To die young, or if I linger, to be ignored and abused well
To write tons of crap for every good poem I do write, and obfuscate the difference with rhetoric
To suck up to important editors with honeyed words, and cuff the assistant editors often
To bemoan the sorry state of poetry in my country and do not one damn thing about it
To speak so incoherently that everyone thinks I am a genius
“Batter my heart three-personed God, for you as yet but knock, breathe, shine and seek to mend.”
That was my thirteenth diary, not that you should be jealous because like a cesspool only the biggest pieces of crap rise to the surface.
Did I mention that only my Cliffs Notes are more famous than I?
Hornbeck’s character is static. He is as opinionated and iconoclastic, attacking institutions and firmly held beliefs, and he does not change throughout the course of the play. His character is also shallow and one-dimensional.
How do you survive?
Well if people had only understood how much I inhabit my character they would surely have strangled me in my cradle because I can’t dance nearly as well as Gene Kelly.
But stories? I bang on the keyboard every day. I average 40+ comments and 4.5 recs per (when I keep track of such things which I never do).
Attempts to silence me fail on the sheer volume of my record.
It also has this additional benefit which is not to be despised-
People know me and are interested.
On becoming the Paris Hilton of the inter tubz
Have you met my dog Frenchy?
Alas he has passed to a 72 coke bottle fucking paradise.
You can try Pooty Pics.