—I Live Out Loud.
I have a sense you may have perceived that from this blog.
Frankly, that’s why everybody and their grannies have blogs nowadays.
Haven’t you gotten the memo, Bucko?
A virtual room to E::X::P::L::O::D::E in.
A platform where you can Scream. Yell. Cry. Mourn. Laugh.
And just Be.
A space where you can announce your opinion (even if it’s unpleasantly, offensively, insidiously ridiculous).
You, my friend, can be the Princess of Blogosphere, the Bad-Assed Mommy of the Universe, A Bitch on Wheels.
Sure, not everybody is going to be your fan.
I know. It’s hard to believe, isn’t it?
And you may have readers tell you anonymously (because most assholes will never use their real names) that your grammar sucks, your stories are stupid, & nobody gives a shit about what you have to say anyhow.
But don’t be concerned about that.
It doesn’t matter.
If you worry what other people think, you’ll sit at your computer without voice, without heart, without soul.
Write your stories.
Breathe your words.
Into the World.
Somebody out there reading will be better because of it……
——–Dear, Reader, do you feel uninhibited & liberated when you write? Do you live out loud?