Twice in a week, comments arrived on this, my sad little much-neglected blog. Both times, it's been a case of the commenting party looking for something for nothing.
Uh uh. Nope.
Please don't do that, people. I won't approve what is essentially spam comments for publishing here. I know, you think your actions help others and harm none. However, there is a major flaw in this thinking.
I understand desperation. I've lived with it for what feels like eons. While I might sympathize with your anxiety, I cannot and will not give you a free ride to success as you see it.
Whether you're a self-professed guru of some subject, or a genuine professional looking to expand your horizons by building a contact list, one thing is guaranteed: I'm not buying. In fact, these comments have been shunted to Writer Beware, and until you're cleared by their standards, you won't be cleared by mine.
Writers hot to be published, to be known, dreaming of enormous royalty checks, well... they aren't me. I outgrew that phase and moved on. I'm not young. I'm juggling hefty, overlapping health issues I wouldn't wish on a deserved death row inmate. I help friends any way I can, but I don't charge them a dime. My personal aim is to write some damned good stories. I prefer quality over quantity, even if few ever read them. Getting rich from storytelling is a) unlikely, and b) not necessarily involving monetary rewards.
Having some experience in gurus and "free" anything listings, I won't step into your parlor, Constipated Fly (I shit you not). If you want a free ride on someone's coat tails, I suggest you earn respect first. Until then, hoist up those stylish, frilly petticoats and pantaloons, and take off slogging through the mud like the rest of us. You won't die of it, and you may learn finesse or a humble dignity at the very least.
Today is a good day to be honest. You might try it sometime. The air is sweeter where turds don't float.
I wish you well. As long as you're decent about it. Greed can flush.
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