Hi there. Welcome to your next lesson. I am Mr. Himself.
Sit down, shut up, pay attention.
Okay
No time for introductions.
Let's just get down to brass tacks, shall we? We shall, you don't have a choice.
Step One
- So you're an asshole who found this place and decided to become a writer because it says you can get paid to do so.
Well, it's not that easy. You can't just wake up one day and be a writer. You must first have a brain and at least some knowledge of the language you choose to write with. For me, that language is English and if you can't figure that out, I don't know what the fuck to tell you, you're practically screwed, and should probably leave this lesson now.
Step Two
- Okay, so you have a brain but you don't know how to use it.
I love Google. That's how I know everything. This is how you use Google as your brain so you can figure out what to write about. Notice the headline up there? "What I want to write about." I'll just throw that mess into this fancy little search bar, like so:
Step Three
- There are nearly one billion hits but you only need the first one. I clicked it so you don't have to.
Once inside the article, this "professional" writer mentioned six things you'll need to do to be able to write, I guess. They were:
- "Relax"
- "Come up with a lot of ideas."
- "Kill the wrong ideas."
- "Ask your muse."
- "Second guess yourself."
- "Once you've chosen..."
So, that doesn't help. How the fuck did these people ever become writers? Then this thing popped up:
Step Four
- Rage quit!
I was trying to read that!
I SELECTED THAT ARTICLE BECAUSE IT ONLY HAD SIX STEPS AND I THOUGHT THAT WOULD BE MY TICKET TO WRITER'S HEAVEN! I WANTED TO BE FREE AND KNOW HOW TO BE A WRITER WITHIN FIVE MINUTES! I DON'T WANT TO LEARN SIX STEPS JUST TO BE TOLD I NEED TO LEARN TEN MORE STEPS!
One: I fucking hate it!
Two: I fucking hate it!
Three: I fucking hate it!
You can take those three easy steps and shove it up your ass!
Step Five
- Listen. If you need to research what to write about and how to write it; you're fucked.
Why do I even bother! Fuck this. I'm outta here. Go teach yourselves. They don't pay me enough to deal with this shit everyday. Do you even realize, when I go home, I drink? Yeah! I drink gallon after bloody gallon of the bottom shelf vodka because it's cheap and people tell me I don't stink, even though I can smell it everywhere I go.
You think this is water in my bottle? You're an asshole! It's vodka too! You see that fish over there? It's fake and the bowl is full of vodka!
I can't wait until I can retire!
Class Dismissed! 
Disclaimer: This article was intentionally designed to be humorous, not educational. If you didn't find it funny but thought I was an asshole instead, that still means I did a good job so you should probably vote. Have a nice day!
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