Dismantle My Bed

So, you don’t want to buy my book. I get that. Don’t worry. You’re not alone. No one else wants to buy my book either.

However, you can still help me out. Go here -> http://bix.yahoo.com/entry/221862

Click on view and vote, watch me be ridiculous, then pick me!

You may have to circulate through several videos against each other to get to my video. But for the love of god, do it! please?

Don’t want to buy a book? Like your entertainment best when it’s free? Fine.

I’m a writer, and as a writer, I like for people to read my stuff, whether they choose to compensate me for it or not. Whether they berate me or not. So, don’t forget I have another site, another site full of tasty morsels from my own human experience and some positively sinful Women’s Murder Club fan fiction.

So go read Random Riley. Say hello. Make comments. Be part of the whole experience.

It hit me today… The only difference between me and a journalist, playwright or songwriter is that my employers don’t realize that they are paying me to write. They think they are paying me for one thing, and I am taking that pay and doing something different with my time there. This makes me both rebellious and super cool, and, in a way, it makes me a paid writer. Of course, my pay is chump change, but what else would a chump get paid?

FYI… the dialogue goes a little something like this.

Hi. I’m Riley. I get paid to write.

Really? Journalist? Author?

Temp.

Huh?

So, my debt has been discussed again and again on here. It definitely exists. That’s not in debate. The question is, was it worth it? The things that I have done, the money I have spent in the pursuit of the kind of life that I want, instead of the life that I have, is it worth it now?

Is it worth working for the man at a job that I will hate until I leave? Is it worth the constant worry about money? Is it worth the disappointment that comes from financial failure? Is it worth the struggle?
 
There are days, a lot of them lately, when I would say no. There are days that are so difficult, getting out of bed feels like a struggle. But what were my other options? The other options to taking a risk in pursuit of your dreams is to not try at all or to wait for opportunity to come to you. Not trying at all is a surefire way to continue living a life you don’t want and opportunity never seeks you out. Trying is all that you can do.
 
Failure is crushing. It’s financially devastating. It creates fear. It hurts. But the only way to prevent failure is to fail to try. I have learned a lot from my failures. I know more about what I want, who I am, and what I can and can’t do… yet.
 
So was it worth the price? Is it worth the incredible effort we are putting forth now to pay off this debt and get our life back in order?
 
Today it feels worth it. It’s just money. It’s not the answer to life. That’s what I’m looking for every time I spend it.

Okay, so once again it was in that same store in Oakland, but it happened just like stated above. At said store, I outsold Alice Walker to be the bestseller for the year. For those of you who don’t know how in awe of me you should be, let me remind you who Alice Walker just happens to be. Alice Walker is a Pulitzer Prize winning author. She won that Pulitzer for a little novel called The Color Purple. The Color Purple. At one small store in Oakland, California, I, Riley LaShea, outsold the woman who wrote The Color Purple. Wow. That makes me pretty badass.