Don’t Believe Your Own Hype

the thought process

Open letter (OK, blog post, get off my case) to Myself today from Me three years ago… 

I’m damn proud of you. It is unreal how much you’ve accomplished and how many goals you set before you and have surpassed. If you’d said three years ago you’d have over 100 releases on Amazon, worked with some great small press companies, attended World Horror and other conventions not just in Florida but in many other places, had stories published in some great anthologies with other great authors, had a couple of your story ideas turned into upcoming movies, signed a thirteen book deal with a Hollywood production company, got on the actual radio to talk and play the songs you grew up with, met the woman of your dreams and STILL own the beat-up Kia AND it still started, I’d have laughed. 

All amazing things, and a ton more you’ve accomplished in the last 36 months or so. You got away from a horrible, mind-numbing relationship filled with daily fighting, jealousy over a potential writing career and following dreams you’ve had since you were twelve years old. You set many goals and keep setting goals, and you are easily in the best place you’ve ever been in your life. 

Pat yourself on the back, smile as you sip $20 a pound Death Wish Coffee and eat expensive meals in fancy restaurants and live comfortably in a big new house watching the 55 inch TV you bought with some of your earnings over the 36 months. Pat that growing belly, filled with that expensive food and coffee, and keep smiling. 

And then…

Stop acting like a Big Shot, because you haven’t written a damn word in the last three days and your daily writing goal of 2,000 words a day is kicking your ass. When is the last time you actually hit the goal, or hit it feeling good and not just relieved you actually made it but dreading what tomorrow was going to bring?

When was the last time you actually shut Facebook off or didn’t answer an e-mail immediately? How many Pinterest and New MySpace followers do you actually need? Is breaking 70,000 Twitter followers really more important than writing today? Right now?

Remember Joe McKinney at World Horror Convention? While you drank and laughed with a bar filled with other authors, Joe was upstairs in his hotel room writing. Yep, working. Why? Because he gets it. You have a deadline, remember? Which is now getting closer and closer. 

Sure, you finished Dying Days 4. It only took you about 14 months since Dying Days 3 was released, which you swore wasn’t going to happen. God forbid you start on Dying Days 5, right? By the time that comes out Mark Tufo will be on Zombie Fallout 19

So… sit back and Google your name again and read another wonderful review about a release you wrote two years ago. Enjoy the praise from your many, many followers and your peers in the writing world. 

Who, if they are better than you, got that way because they don’t stop writing and doing the important things, the top three…

1. write

2. write

3. write

Now, shut up and turn off the damn internet and get in your work before you check your Amazon sales for the fifth time today. 

Armand Rosamilia


15 Responses to “Don’t Believe Your Own Hype”

  1. Excuse me, “Death Wish Coffee”?

    We can’t all be hell on wheels everyday. Cut yourself some slack, Armand.


  2. Reblogged this on Tales From The Fifth Tower and commented:
    Writers do take time to congratulate themselves, but when you rest on your laurels, the future isn’t so bright. So sayeth Armand..


  3. Reblogged this on C h a z z W r i t e s . c o m and commented:
    Wait for it…wait for it…


  4. I guess if I can’t believe my own hype, I’ll believe in yours…


  5. Your candor, your embracing every aspect of this writer’s road, Armand, and sharing it, well it’s my kind of high dollar, grip the mouse, rush-flushed coffee.


  6. Reblogged this on Writing and Chit-Chattage and commented:
    I feel rather feisty when I face down the all-talk and no-action clown who tries to hold me back. Clown schmown, I ain’t gonna go crawdaddin’ back into my hidey hole of an excuse-maker Mazie personifying cop-outs and bow-outs and blow-offs. I’m going to crazy-town this wimp-freak fear-frump right the eff back to the reclusial museless refuse heap I’d habituated. What a whacked-out normalcy belief I’ve bought into. ‘I gotta be me’ sung to tap dancing and high leaps… Shee-ee-eesh. Show this crackpot of parody to the closest door, please. Feisty-riding high now, and I am, I can now say it with a straight face: “O, I am fortune’s fool! . . . (well then) Then I defy you stars!” Good ol’ Willy Shakes! For me and mine, once again … Write! Do write, and do it well.


  7. Reblogged this on Killer Ink Press and commented:
    Armand definitely got it right. Check out the full post on his site and then get to writing! 🙂


  8. It’s the 50th time I’ve checked today actually. The report is still telling me the same thing. Surely there is a mistake. It appears the internet is a double edged sword. On the one hand it makes it is so easy for us writers to do the research we need, but we can waste away hours on it, telling ourselves it is beneficial as we are doing social media or reading.


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