What a shame he didn’t introduce himself, and missed the ‘atta-boy’ from you ‘Mr. Pride’.

One final note Vic… I checked the dictionary, ‘pride’ is a three letter word.

Your inspiration is fire, thank you for being the catalyst of change in my life.

What can you expect:

You don’t say much new. Read and you will see it’s has been said fifty years ago. Most of what you say a 7 year old can tell you, unless their are retarded. This in itself is not bad; actually good, it’s common sense. Don’t how common common sense is in the free world called the US ( P.S writing from South Africa). Sheep, please don’t just lap up everything this man says, challenge him when it’s needed. I should hope he is not your God.

You are a vapid racist. Now don’t go into ‘strong white, blah blah blah…’ mode without having seen the shits you write… Will be quoting you (as you love to be)

A victim wanna be sissy. Who?; you of course, silly! You have quite in common with victim wannabes who you chastise so much.

I hope you are now enticed.

Mark

Hehe…

On a more serious note. This one article has more useful knowledge than two semesters worth of writing classes at any university.

Although if those “professors” were this concise they would be out of work and wouldn’t be able to charge such ridiculous tuition fees.

Keep fighting the good fight Vic.

All the best,

D

I feel you, I am bored too. Maybe life just got too repetitive, too comfortable.

I mean, you have money, and all you have to do is write an article once in a while. It’s no hard work.

Anybody can write. You just read this article (“So you want to be a professional writer”) and get to it.

Why are you not seeing more writers? Because people are lazy, because they are afraid. I don’t really care, you probably don’t either.

You care about you and I care about me.

But right now, Victor, I feel you. I am bored too. I don’t have a purpose. I’m too comfortable.

You see, I was an amateur boxer a couple months ago. Boxing was all I cared about.

Given certain circumstances I quit. I didn’t have to and it was a stupid choice. But that’s what I did.

Slowly, I became comfortable. I started to get into the habit of slacking of.

But, my mind and heart were still in the ring. I grew restless. A voice deep inside me was yelling at me to do something, anything.

I listened to the voice. I came back to the boxing gym. It was a shot in the dark, knowing I might get into a situation in which I ‘have’ to quit again.

But not this time. I’m not quitting anymore.

I guess you should listen to your inner voice too, Victor. Maybe try something new. Look at me, I just tried writing.

Let’s make a deal. If you like my writing one bit, try boxing for a month and tell me how you liked it.