Blogging Dangerously by a Published Author

the frustrated writer types words into a field, then hits 'publish'.

instantly he is gratified. now i am a published author, he thinks. a dream accomplished in mere minutes.

'the daily outsource' floats through his dreams. a forum where he gets to be witty and cynical about outsourcing. how could people resist it allure? oh how they would flock to his little corner of the internets. and he would rival those cute cats with their abhorrent grammarz.

waking up particularly proud of himself. he looked down at the world from his bed. then he got up which made looking down at the rest of the unpublished world even easier.

he briefly worried. his site would be overcrowded. the internet would have broken under the massive strain of people trying to read his witty repartees on an obscure (though very relevant in today's economy) process: outsourcing.

page views: 2

his and his mom's.

whatever. van gogh never sold a painting.

but at least he had paint to eat. the writer starves, because he is too good to turn his back on his trade. he has too much to tell the world about outsourcing. but there is no paint to eat. he must make to with licking motherboards. BZZZZAP!

good thing he is consistent. and at least he's a published author.

there are so many amateurs out there.