A Real Writer Bleeds

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I’m no good a lot of times, because I’m human, cutting my own path. I often wonder how I can make my words more visible; how I can do better to widely inspire. I’m assaulted by generics daily, and I feel sorry for those who follow easy lines built upon clichés—I’m offended for every writer who bleeds each word they write. A real writer bleeds thick—so thick the words have a granular texture. So thick you gag on their truth, and question your own. A real writer inspires you to examine yourself, rather than telling you to smile and accept your lot.

I’m no good a lot of times, because I’m human, cutting my own path. That’s what makes me brilliant (?) I write confessionals in an effort to connect with others like me. There are countless others like me—deep. But I’m assaulted by generics daily—people who are popular because they post shit that’s pretty easily digestible. There are far more generics than there are genuines, it seems. And I’m not jealous of a pseudo-writer’s insta-success. I’m simply pissed-off because they’re so fucking simple, they have no blood to show for shit. Yeah, they have numbers, but those numbers are made up of dumbfucks who live for platitudes.

Platitudes = insincerity.

Just so you know.

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24 Comments

  1. It’s as if you are incapable of writing a single letter that isn’t dripping with sincerity. There isn’t a false word to be found anywhere in your craft.

    This is but one of many reasons why I respect you as a writer and a human being.

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  2. Thank you! I love you for writing this. I genuinely cannot consider myself a proper writer, because it’s not my bread and butter, but I’m not a pseudo one either and am frustrated “…by generics daily—people who are popular because they post shit that’s pretty easily digestible.”

    I don’t personally want fame or shitloads of followers – I just love writing, to have the facility to write. I want to read real, honest and stunning writing from others.

    (Thank you also for the definition of ‘platitudes’. I thought it was a semiaquatic egg-laying mammal endemic to eastern Australia, including Tasmania. 😉)

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          1. Not that I can recall, but mustard doesn’t have a strong odour. Went to York in England a lot as a child. There was a number of chocolate factories there and the smell from them was divine!

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  3. I feel you Kindra.
    Can’t resonate more now. It’s fucking irritating to see that success which is damn easy and like shit to me. All the insta writers at times makes me go crazy to see their content, not all though but still a lot!
    And what you and I write, it’s damn serious I feel.
    Ahhhhh!! So frustrating.

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