Let’s face it. I’m awesome.
Unfortunately, the one thing I’ll never get to make use of is my impenetrably thick skin.
Some people learn to take criticism well because of repeated rejection and failure.
Not me. I’m just the opposite. Constant approval, understanding, and support have given me my thick, outer shell.
If only someone would call me narcissistic, self-important—delusional even. Then I might be able to try out my impenetrable emotional armor.
Most artists have to get by with the occasional accolade from a friend or relative. I just let my numbers do the talking.
That’s what matters really. That’s what makes me legitimate.
I’m all about knowing exactly what folks want and mainlining it right to their hearts.
I’m a people-pleaser, not a fighter.
You have to be in this business.
Sure, I may have to kill my darlings, pasteurize my themes, and leave creativity on the shelf a little more often than I would like.
But it’s all worth it. When you get paid to do what you love, life just feels like recess.
It’s wonderful to know that, every time I sit down and hack away at my keyboard, I’m doing something worthwhile, something meaningful that will affect so many lives, put food on my family’s table, and keep a roof over our heads to boot.
I’m so thankful I don’t have to feel guilty about indulging in some wannabe fantasy rather than engaging in more sensible and realistic pursuits.
It’s wonderful to be a grown man who gets to keep his head in the clouds at work all day long, imagining new sagas for legions of readers to enjoy.
You’re welcome, world.