Stop What You Are Doing And Read This Now

The Inkslinger’s Invocation: The Writer’s Prayer II.

Actually, I suppose that kind of runs counter to the message.  Shit, I R dum.

Ah, but nobody is really going to listen to me anyway so all is good.  This is a tasty little bit by freaky nutjob Chuck Wendig.  If you haven’t checked him out at Terribleminds yet you really should get right on that.  Starting with this.  Here’s a little taster sample for ya:

I do what needs doing. I ride the Loch Ness Monster through the gates of Carthage. I learn forbidden power words from the Undead Shamans of the Tulsa Underground. I kung-fu-kick a hole in the fabric of space and time and stick my head through to see what exists on the other side. I eat planets. I drink oceans. I piss rivers and I shit mountain lions. No task exists that I cannot accomplish on the page.

I write from a place of honesty. My stories are lies that speak truth.

Nobody tells me who I am or what I can’t do. I tell stories. I write characters. I make true shit up out of thin air. And nothing is more perfect than that.