The Big Question: “Why?”


Once again, I’m back with another repost/rewrite/thing. When I wrote this original post, I made it a point to say I was writing for others. I was writing for this selfless reason that made me look like such a giving, thoughtful artist. Yeah, that definitely wasn’t the case then, and it definitely isn’t the case now. I have, and always will, write for myself.

When I decided I was finally going to pursue writing and publishing as a serious endeavor, I sought out as much advice as I possibly could from anyone that seemed even remotely more experienced than me. Don’t get me wrong, I picked up a lot of really great advice along the way, but I also heard a lot of bad. One person I knew, who was writing and posting  his work publicly to FaceBook, was one of those people I sought advice from. I admired his voice and the style of his writing, as well as his confidence (which I had absolutely none of), so, naturally, I asked him for some advice. His advice?

You should always write for your audience. Always write for someone else. Writing for yourself is fun and all, but it doesn’t sell. You won’t go anywhere if you’re not writing for somebody else. Don’t write unless you have a purpose.

I took that to heart back then and did my best to focus on others, rather than myself. He’s not entirely wrong, though. You do have to consider audience when writing as that determines the genre, who will most likely read it, etc. But others shouldn’t dictate why you write. You don’t have to have some great purpose in your writing. There should be plot and structure, yes, but you shouldn’t be forced to write because of some underlying reason.

Sure, if you do, do it. Go for it. Fulfill that purpose to the ends of the earth. More power to you, but I’m not going to pretend that I am writing for anyone or anything. I am not writing for my dad, my brother, my sister, the president, Bradley Cooper, etc. I am writing for me. I like to write. If what I write sounds like hot, steamy garbage, who cares? If it never gets published? Oh well. If I post this repost and not a single person sees it, meh. I am writing for me. It’s cathartic, it’s fun, it’s something I’ve done and crafted for so long just because I wanted to be a better writer.

I write for myself. Don’t be ashamed if you do, too.

Thanks for reading.



Drawn to Oregon – The Mystery and the Dream

All of my life, I have always told myself I would never leave the state of Alabama.

Good ole southern home of mine.
Right below that Dixie line.
Where it rains for days, but the sun still shines.
Mmm, yes. This home of mine.

(Made that up on the spot. Pretty proud of myself).

But lately I’ve been drawn to other places. I’m looking at the big picture and want to broaden my horizons.

Not too far, mind you. While I would love to travel out of the country, that is beyond my means right now. I can barely afford a cup of ramen noodles, much less a plane ticket. Though I still couldn’t afford to do it, I’ve been struck with the need to go to Portland, Oregon.

Yep. Portland, Oregon.

I’ve only recently learned that there are no taxes, which only strengthens my resolve to live there for an extended amount of time, but even before I heard that wonderful tid bit, I’ve wanted to go. If not live there, I at least want to vacation up there.

It’s strange, but it’s one of those things that I’ve always been drawn to do. Destiny? Fate? I’m not sure, but I know it is most certainly a dream of mine.

Dreams and writing are two things that have kept me motivated and active in life. Without dreams and goals to aspire to, I would surely just wither away at a dead-end job in a sweaty corner of Alabama, but I’ve found that most of my dreams are short-termed and probably won’t carry me too far into the future. Is anyone else like that, or am I just some oddity of the world?

While all of my friends from high school are getting married, I’m planning trips to Portland and looking for residencies where I can just write day-in and day-out. Do you feel like that? Do you have similar dreams?

Comment below, and please let me know. I’d love to hear from you all.

In the meantime, here are a few of my dreams/goals for life. These will probably change, and the list is guaranteed to grow, but we’ll see where life takes me:

  • Visit or live in Portland, Oregon
  • Attend a book festival (preferably the AL, GA, or TN ones)
  • Graduate college
  • Apply for a writing residency
  • Publish as many books as I can before my hands fall off
  • Learn to write with my feet if the bullet point above occurs
  • Write and publish until I die
  • Visit Ireland
  • Visit Germany
  • Get married
  • Have kids
  • Live a happy and fulfilling life

Thanks for reading, and don’t forget to comment below! I can’t get enough support and discussion from readers or passer-bys. Regardless, thank you so much for your time.


My Inspirational Music

If a picture speaks 1,000 words, then a song speaks 1 million, at least for me anyway. I think every writer has their own special playlists, which they use solely when they write. I would like to dedicate a post specifically to my playlists.


There will be links on each song title, so click the name and it will take you to a video on YouTube. I hope you enjoy! My favorites will have a “*” beside them (these tend to be relatively slow songs). Since YT is constantly changing, if a song doesn’t work please let me know. I’ll try to update the link.

Yes, I love Hollywood Undead. I own all of their albums (ALL OF THEM), and I saw them live this year. They are no doubt my favorite group, obviously, but they are not for everyone. As you can see, most of their songs are HIGHLY inappropriate. I wouldn’t recommend them to everyone, but I enjoy them. For those of you who are into HU, I am not a part of the Deuce versus HU war. I like them both.

Anyway, do you have a playlist? What are some of your songs? Did you like any of mine? Which ones? Please let me know!

Thanks for reading!