4 Tips Every Aspiring Writer Should Remember

You're important. I know you are!

You’re important. I know you are!

Gone are the days where talent alone gets you a book deal. You can send your manuscript to 40 different publishers and unless it’s a one in a million type of first couple pages then you’ll get tossed in a file cabinet. If you want to make it you have to bring a readership to the table. That means not only writing but investing in your talent and in yourself.

Tip #4

Don’t worry about people stealing your words when you put them online. One of the fears I hear from a lot of aspiring writers is, “If I start a blog or share my writing with Facebook, Instagram or wherever someone might steal it.” There’s a good possibility someone will steal your words or content. I’ve written things on a Monday and saw variations of that content on a Tuesday. You can’t control this, you just have to have confidence that what they write will never be better than the original. The only way we get better as writers is to share our work and grow from criticism. You can’t mature as a writer if you’re not sharing.

Tip #3

Don’t do it for the likes, they mean very little. Social media is fool’s gold, yes, it will help you build a following but those likes are usually coming from the same people. You have to write with three things in mind. Who are you writing to? What is the message you want to send? What do you want to gain from it? Don’t ever be the person that convinces yourself, “I don’t care if anyone likes my writing as long as I like it.” That person never makes it because they can’t accept criticism. Figure out who you want to read your writing and mold it. Give it your spin but mold it to them. That’s not selling out, that’s just good sense.

Tip #2

Know who you want to be and become that person. Once you create an image on social media you have to live with that image. You can’t write about respecting women and then post statuses dogging women. You can’t be a music blogger and then tweet about how there’s no good music. Why? Because you have to be above the pettiness. I often write about dating, it’s because I go on dates. Why would anyone read about dating from a person that admits they don’t go out? Don’t be a hypocrite and sabotage yourself before you even get started. Pick who you want to be and be that person.

Tip #1

Write often. Write as though the words that are on the screen will be the last words you will ever write. There’s no secret to writing, no formula or short cut. You have to invest in words, you have to love words. You have to read. I read a book a week, sometimes they’ll be a book of short stories, sometimes full novels, sometimes self help books, I read. Pick up a book that you’d never pick up and read it. Some of the most talented authors never sell but they did what they loved. Kobe shoots hundreds of free throws a day. Peyton Manning is the first person at practice and the last person to leave. Writing requires the same dedication. Believe in yourself, believe in the words.

Tips of Pleasure…

“It’s raining Mez! If I come out there I’m going to get wet.”

“I was hoping you’d be wet before you came out here.”

“I only get thirty minutes for lunch, you know that right?”

“Just come on, I’m in the front.”

I knew I was going out there before I left for work this morning. He couldn’t come over last night or didn’t want to and my body was going thru withdrawals. So when I woke up to a 5:45 ‘I’m taking you to lunch’ text I knew what heels, skirt and panties I weren’t going to wear.

Most men loved the idea of a woman being naked under her clothes but not Demez. Rubbing lotion on my hands and legs I was smiling remembering the first time we went out and I was panty less.

“Part of the fun is the anticipation of me taking them off. Don’t deprive me of that.”

He was dead serious which made it even more funny.

I could barely see his truck even though I knew it right there at the curb. The rain was falling so damn hard. I left my garage and came straight to the parking garage so I’d avoided being out in it until now.

I thought about taking off my heels and making a run for it but these pretty feet weren’t touching the elements.

“Babe… You need to come get me.” Being pretty had its perks.

I hung up my phone, his blinking lights came on and he ran to the door. “You’re so spoiled. Come here.”

He picked me up, I put my face in his chest and he ran to the passenger side and put me in.

“We only have twenty minutes now. Pull around to the back.”

I worked in a three story brownstone in Midtown. Working with overpaid, pompous lawyers as a paralegal made for stressful but busy days. But he was my relief!

With the rain covering us and construction blocking our blind side I sat up against the window and inched my skirt up to my stomach. He let up the console and came to me. We always started off kissing. His lips were soft, my tongue was magic and it just made for great chemistry.

When the tips of his fingers wiggled inside my panties I opened my legs wider and started going for his belt. Time was not on our side! They were serious about our 30 minute lunches.

Feeling my panties slide off and his breath on my belly button I knew what was coming and I knew I would be no good at work for the rest of this Friday. His mouth caught my clit and the shock that went thru me, that always went thru me rushed from my pelvis to my chest to me throat to my moan!

“Ahhhhhh… Ahhhhh…”

If I didn’t stop him he would keep going and then stopping wouldn’t be an option. Grabbing his head and pulling him up, licking my juices off his chin I straddled him.

“Look baby! I forgot to take my pill this morning so just let me sit on the tip. And only for a minute!”

He pulled me down slow and I rode the tip. He was trying to fight it but he grabbed my waist and sat me all the way down on it! I put my feet in the seat and found his mouth again.

“This… Is… More than the… Tip.”