Thy Crutch
Reader response from The Back Cover:
“My sister read the back cover of your book and said she wants to read it next. I don’t know if she can handle it.”
- Jake R in [redacted], Maine
Up to you, Jake! You know her better than I do (for now.)
I've got a cold, cold feelin'
It's just like ice around my heart
I know I'm gonna' quit somebody
Every time that, feelin' starts
Whiskey, blues and writing go together like hot women shitty progressive diets and combat boots.
Muddy Waters has bourbon in his veins and his voice has my inspiration in it, his chords containing a life time of emotion that - before hearing - I didn’t know others had yet learned to externalize.
That’s the blues part.
The whiskey is much more surgical.
It’s like a surgeons scalpel for the emotional aspect of Man. Liquid able to, through pouring down a Mans throat, hot into his stomach, is able to open him like an onion being ripped to shreds until it’s most vulnerable center is out for the entire world to see.
This overrides the main roadblock is our chosen form of communication. The Fear of Judgement. Self Doubt. Worrying About Perception. It allows one to move the pen with a layer of confidence that pays out in big $.
The problem is you’ll probably kill yourself later because of it… EH… HST… rest in wildness, men. Pros and cons, pros and cons.
This becomes the problem with crutches. Giving power to the external factors one can get without any deep work. Any sap can buy a bottle of the ABC store wall, go home with his computer, type of something he believes to begin grand.
And hell - transcend the vice - any hippie psychhead can take a tab of acid and scribble gibberish all the while thinking it’s the next Holy Grail and that it must be thrust, in an uncharacteristically non peaceful way, into the chest of all who cross the psych heads path.
Gibberish. Written by Acid.
Faux truth. Written by Whiskey.
These are tools, sure, like a shovel will help you move shit quicker but to rely on them is a faster route to the grave than trusting the American Medical Association.
This applies to all avenues at all times.
If you need anything to do everything you’re a slave to that anything.
We must check our crutches. “Don’t talk to me until I’ve had my morning coffee.” Ok I won’t, loser.
This roars its head everywhere.
Too socially anxious to speak to pretty women until alcohol flows, to insecure to stand up for yourself until you have money, not feeling it until you’ve had your proper 8 hours of sleep and micro nutrient focused breakfast.
Identify the chains, rip them from your being and disassociate. You’re more free, more powerful than anything external can provide. You rely on nothing to become who you’re meant to be - except conviction and the proper use of Humans Free Will.
Breaking character; the fourth wall:
Every day I receive, on average, 3 - 5 pieces of writing from twitter, instagram, substack followers.
So I’ve created a Writing Coaching Plan.
It won’t be your professors writing class. Find that from any loser on social media ‘writing’. These are my personal approaches, tricks, habits to pull out what really matters. The emotional, real material.
This will be Me & You. Daily edits and multiple calls a week. There are 3 tiers based on your skill level and level of dedication. It will be published sometime this week.
The highest tier, 3, will be for anyone that wants to write their first Novel.
All novels written will have the opportunity to be featured, permanently, on Souledidea.com
Because of the level of dedication the disciple will receive; it’s a first come first serve program.
I will never have more than 3 writers I’m working with.
Look out for the release to guarantee a spot.
I can’t wait to work with you.
