The Grand Hunt For Success

I signed the contract for publication of my first novel, POLARITY, today. Funny that I should publish a fiction novel with only a few short story notches on my belt...many said it could not be done. Shows what they know. But, I suppose that is what haters do, yes? They tell people that dreams cannot come true because their dreams never did, or maybe they didn't have the balls to follow their dreams and thusly wish to break the balls of anyone who dares to fly. I would hold a hate for the haters but why? Without them, I may not have continued my drive to finish this novel so I could stuff it down their fucking throats. Funny, now that I have signed the contract and have published the novel I don't want to shove anything down anyone's throat. I thought I would but I was wrong. Instead of egotistical I feel oddly mellow and relaxed. I am filled with a strange sense of good will I have never had before.

It goes to show you never can tell.

Contract or not, I still have to find a job, and that's the rub, yes? Stuck here in the middle of nowhere where the town is about a mile long and the jobs are few and I've applied at damn near all of them and also, lovely enough, lacking a car, this is not the easiest of things. So, haters, consider this a bone thrown to you. Now that you can no longer hate on my dream you can hate on my status as a broke fucker. God forbid you should find someone else to hate on and no longer drive me toward success.

The grand hunt for success is a road one has to travel and that road is paved with haters, small-minded bastards with nothing else to do than judge another person's capabilities.

Dreamers, keep dreaming. One day your dream will come true and you can laugh as hard as I am laughing now. Fight, and never give in. Hold above all things your faith in yourself and your dream, because if a low-down scoundrel like me can make good, anyone can. Don't worry about whether or not you deserve to make good--success isn't based on moraline bullshit, it is based on accomplishment. Deeds, not promises. Put up or shut up. Don't waste your time telling anyone what you're going to do, just do it, and don't feel bad if while you're in the process of getting things done you find yourself driven to set fire to the mouths of the cowards. Use that. Use the hate thrown your way to push harder, stronger, faster...when your dream comes true and the haters are still hating you'll realize what I am feeling and you will love it.

Haters, please, keep hating. Please. After all...you are the gas that makes the engine run. Since all you cocksuckers really want is a medal, consider this your medal. It's a giant middle finger upon which you may sit and rotate. And while you're listening to any record or reading any book know this: the artist already knows you because the artist has already fought you and won. So who is the real loser, or, in the immortal words of John Davis, while not eloquent, they are still succinct; "WHO THEN NOW, BITCHES?"

To those who believed in me, thank you. I hope to spend my life enriching yours. It's what I have been called to do and I'm going to bust my ass to make sure I don't let you down.