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Writer Woe: Rebranding Hurts

Writer Woe #354-So much for the short and un-fruitful life of “Sugar Freelancer.”


Well, he’s not entirely gone, but until I can get my shit together, he’ll be on indefinite hiatus. So, this next incarnation of mine, Literary Journeyman, isn’t as bombastic but still has that artsy odor generally associated with coffee shop hipsters who, too, cannot get their shit together.


But yes, this one doesn’t feel as hyped-up for the audience and anxiety-inducing for me, but it still has enough of an identity to be marketable. (which translates to, “I was able to buy the domain name”)

I…you know…this is precisely the same thing I cried about 15 posts ago. Come to think of it, I sorta had the same crisis, er, a post ago. I suppose I’m still in my feeling out phase. Maybe it’s not that I can’t get my shit together. It’s that I need to get my shit together before I get my shit, together right?


Maybe it’s about time I turn to Medium.com, a website filled with articles for writers, freelancers, content creators, and full-stack polymaths who somehow have time to write life-lessons articles in the middle of their podcast/photography/music composition/freelance brothel running activities (probably? I’m jealous, just sayin’)

Anyway, I wrote this one in response to this one. To sum it up, I wrote this:

“At the end of the day, they [my wife and future child] are what drive my decisions.  If I can take care of them, and continue to grow as a writer, great!  If not, I’ll have to make some tough decisions. It’s not like the terms “side gig” or “passion project” don’t exist right?”

So yeah, am I back to square one? Fuck if I know. Maybe it’s true what Tim Denning said, and I may have to eat shit before I can rise again. How the fuck do I end this post?


Well, you’re a poopy-head, Alan.

I think the chaos is starting to settle

And if it doesn’t, eh, one post at a time right?

I had intended to start this week on putting down regular post.  I even started with a military misconception in Military Mondays (say that 3 times fast).  Tuesday started to get away from me and Wednesday I just couldn’t keep up.  And here I am Friday having nothing to talk about our veterans, which is sad, but which I hope to remedy.

However, I’ve come to terms with the fact that I might not post a clever little take on military life on Mondays,


a training montage on Tuesdays,


 some woo-woo post about wandering outdoors on Wednesdays,

via GIPHY (I’ll have to admit though, this looks pretty cool)

a douchey philosophical discourse on Thursday,



or even Veteran Fridays, arguably the only posts of mine that matter the most.  Life happens I suppose, and it doesn’t care about my silly little blog.  But, I will do the best I can to post regularly, and focus a majority of them on my intended topic of the day.

But, if I am not able to, I will more than likely write one of these Livejournal-esque (is that even a thing still?) posts either that day or tomorrow, depending on what the powers-that-be and whatever it is they throw at me.

(AP Photo/Boris Grdanoski)

I really want to make this work.  I don’t want my whole “ambassador of military, vets and civilians” be bullshit!  But I know it’s gonna take time, and probably result in more entries like this.

So bear with me folks, both actual and hypothetical, I got my eyes on the prize.


UPDATE (6/21/2018):  About the chaos settling?  I was mistaken.  Still in panic mode trying to figure this shit out.  Plus, I’m trying to get this blog in compliance of the fact that I’ve been attaching gifs and pics without crediting them, which is apparently a big no-no.  So, yeah, at best this is still a work in progress and at worst, this is a shit-storm barreling through a madfuckering volcano as the earth shatters in to a million pieces to reveal the fact that I’ve got a looooooooooooooooooong way to go until this bitch is kosher for blog reading eyes.



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