"...I hated him and his kind. I hated his affluence, his expensive clothes, his chiseled looks, and the arrogance he was born too. But most of all, I hated the power he held over me, his assumption of authority, and the truth of his superiority."
Attached is today's post, via video. Email subscribers, depending on your browser, may need to click here: http://www.w-alexander.com Be sure to follow me for more content: https://firstname.lastname@example.org/video/7023398168775642374?lang=en&is_copy_url=0&is_from_webapp=v1&sender_device=pc&sender_web_id=6957697875418056197 The truth is simple: art demands honesty. We can only create what we know, and what we know depends on what we have experienced, witnessed, and researched.
To write well, you have to write what-you-know, and your knowledge about what motivates, scares, angers, and affirms the individual person are the brushes you will use to paint page after page.
Truly, I tell you, you can easily spend a whole-life feeling behind everyone else or below their expectations, or you can embrace who you are and accept your whole self and not just what others accept about you.