I Know How Writers Think Because I Am One Of Them

When writers say stuff like, "gosh, I'm so humble, I never in a million years in my wildest fantasies, ever *dreamed* I would become world-famous and read all over the world and translated into two hundred languages, ohmigosh, it's such an honor just to be  *mentioned* in the same breath as Stephen-King/John-Grisham/James-Patterson/Michael-Crichton.  Ohmigosh, I never ever besties forever and ever had wanted to become renowned or recognized or respected as a well-known writer.  I never ever finders-keepers-losers-weepers eenie-meenie-mynie-mo-catch-a-tiger-by-the-toe expected to get on the New York Times Bestsellers List.  I never expected to become famous, I just wanted to be published.  I never expected anyone to actually read my works and acknowledge that my writing exists, I just wanted to be in print."

I've read quotes by musicians that also in their own words "never expected to have such a huge following, never expected to have such a devoted fan base, they were just happy to be able to record their music."  "Ohmigosh, I NEVER ever ever ever besties forever and ever DREAMED that I would ever be mentioned in the Billboard music popular lists.  Or end up on the New York Times Bestseller List and achieve commercial success.  Or be mentioned in Oprah's Book Club."

Yeah, right.  Bull shyte.

Give me a break.  Yes, you did.  EVERY writer/musician/artist/etc. wants to be world-famous and renowned and respected and become a household name.  If they say they don't, they are either kidding you or kidding themselves.

**incl excerpt I read a quote somewhere from someone, about how "on some level, everyone wants everything they ever write to be published."  ...And I realized this was true.  I remember first witnessing and becoming aware of this back when I was in third grade, eight years old.  There was a storage shack in the apartment complex, with hundreds of abandoned, forgotten, discarded curiosities[[curios]].  Our neighbor was with us, and she happened upon an old diary ___

The Soul Being Intertwined With (Moral) Professional Success

For a very long time, I was incredibly bored with the word "soul."  When people would talk about losing their soul, it didn't have any effect on me whatsoever.  Even when the topic discussed was profound and serious, and even tragic sometimes, I still didn't get it.

I don't give much credence to the word "soul."  It sounds like some silly bs, mostly because the only times I heard it was when high school kids are talking about soulmates.  Or hippies saying that anyone who wants to earn a decent living "has no soul."

Never mind the fact that the person in question is earning it though probably moral and honest means.  They want to make an honest buck.  Simply the fact that they want to make money automatically qualifies them as a counterargument to "ohm, I have a soul."
Usually makes me burst out laughing and then yawn and flip to the next page out of boredom.

And when I hear the word soul, I thing of a bag of sputum and mucus, mostly mucus. A big drip like an uvula hanging in the back there.  one time I was sick and I could feel the mucus dripping in the back of my throat post-nasal drip except it was much thicker and tasted gross n slimy-salty , it was thick infected mucus I think, and that's what I picture for some reason when I hear the word soul.