I can’t do it, you know. I can’t write about something just because I’m supposed to promote something else. I can’t. I won’t. I write about what is on my heart. That’s what artists do. Here is what is on my heart,
You may write the next George R. R Martin and make a ton of money. Then later you will be dead. Right now there are people (live ones ) who can benefit from your emotional presence. You give a compliment, they walk away happy. Maybe they improve the mood of the next person. Maybe that person goes home and ends a fight with their spouse. Maybe I’m dreaming. But what if I’m not?
I used to want a million followers. Why? What did I think was going to happen? It’s not like I could talk to them all. The truth? I wanted to be revered. Now I just want to be loved. we all want to be Loved.
That’s kind of catchy. Someone should write a song about it.