I was just directed to a long series of posts on SmartBitches and I’m dumbfounded. I’ve never seen such arse-kissing in my entire life. Folks, all two of you who might read this, make a pact with me. If I’m ever successful (whatever that means, make money I guess), promise me that you’ll do the following:
1. Kill me if I ever call myself an artist
2. Beat me if I ever kiss arse like that or otherwise gush at a successful artist
3. Torture my cat (he doesn’t mind being swung around by his tail, so don’t bother with that) if I forget that I wanted to earn a few dollars with my little stories
4. Completely trash me and everyone I love if I start wallowing in my own lebensangst.
Oh, wait, I have a strong tendency towards #4. Give me a little time to work on that. Note to self: get over your sorry writing blogging whiney self.