I’ve recently come to the conclusion that striving for literary success is a fruitless endeavor. All the pushy marketing and shameless plugging…I’ve decided to simply be myself, do what I do, and stop attempting to fit into the “writer” box. Granted, I haven’t been “attempting” very hard, if it all, lately. But I have in the past, and looking back on that I feel slightly ridiculous. The time has come to think outside of the box and listen to what my gut tells me instead of rejecting my own ideas based on what others might think of them. Shit’s gonna get weird. And I don’t give a fuck. I’m gonna be me, and I’m going to market me. I’m going to promote myself. Not a book, not a short story, not a blog, not a random piece of art I was inspired to shit out. I’m going to put myself out there, because I have things to say. And I couldn’t care less who disapproves. Weirdos make the world go ’round. Normals make music like nickelback and write novels like Nicholas Sparks. Fuck that shit. Famous weirdos: prince, David Bowie, Johnny Rotten, Stan Lee, Albert Einstein, Alfred Hitchcock, george Clinton, Larry David, Alice Cooper…need I continue? Weirdos change the game. Weirdos get respect. They make themselves visible in an oversaturated market by standing alone. They aren’t trying to be anyone else.
I grew up believing that one day I’d be the Stephen King of the 21st century. Even during the decade and a half or so that I pickled my brain with antidepressants and didn’t write jack shit, I believed that day would eventually arrive.
Stephen King already exists. I can’t be Stephen King. I don’t wanna be Stephen King. I want to be Patrick Walts. And should people choose to come along for the ride, well, welcome aboard! If they think I suck, great! I don’t think I suck, and your opinion, though you’re welcome to it, is utterly irrelevant to me. I have things to say, and I’m going to say them. I’ve paid my dues. I’ve eaten enough SHIT from stupid people. And it’s time for a personal paradigm shift.
Time to generate lots of content across multiple platforms without restraint. It’s the exercise that’s important. It sharpens your mind. If people happen to like any of it, cool. They’re welcome to voyeuristically enjoy my descent into madness…