I Am Pavolov’s Dog. New to writing, straining at the harness, desperate for validation.
So, I scour the advice articles, eager for pearls of wisdom to clutch tightly to my chest. I learn to “Write Like an Amateur” and to “Write Like the Pros” Good advice, both.
Like opposing proverbs, I choose arbitrarily. Randomly. Uselessly.
Then I publish a story and drool in anticipation. How will it do? Did I learn well? Did I apply the lesson? Was I a good boy?
If it is curated, I dance like a Corgi on crack. If not, I sulk.
And then I write more. Because.
Money doesn’t matter. You do. Writing is my bowl, and your attention is my food.
Feed me, I’m drooling.