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2017 I've decided to take a personal hobby of mines and share it with my online family. I've been posting online for some years, and I've become well very known for posting really vivid and descriptive stories from my very animated life.
Often times people would come at me in utter disbelief that some of these stories were true. The fact is they all were very true. However I do have a knack for embellishment, and I love to really place people inside of my head when I tell these tales. I've always used lots of imagery, and have done my best to transfer any emotions that may have been felt.
Long story short. I'm a good story teller. And the problem with telling true stories, is after a while, you run out of shit to talk about. However, I've always been blessed with an over active imagination. I am constantly reading. And I have lived one of the craziest lives that a person who had never been in any major trouble could have possibly lived. Combine all that with the fact that i can talk (or write) all day long..I discovered that I may or may not have a future with being a serious writer.
In November 2015 I lost a very important person to me. And one of my ways of coping with stressful times is I just zone out and get lost in my own thoughts. Which means my imagination. And my imagination is an amazing place. There's always something going on in there. And whenever I decide to bring something out of it, I can just go.
I mean really go. Last year I constructed a story that was over 50,000 words. That's the average length of a novel. And This was the first time I've ever really attempted something of that magnitude. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, but I did it.
And I just didn't know where to go with it. I have no delusions of grandeur. I'm not a wealthy man by any stretch of the imagination. Check to Check, struggling with credit. working 2 jobs. Taking care of a wife and a Kid. That's my reality. I've had people tell me "Oh D all you gotta do is invest in your self, like $500 and you can get this printed and edited and......." Naw bruh I'm stuck on the $500. That shit might as well be $1 million bruh. If my shit ain't good enough for niggaz to pay me, then the shit just ain't that good. I ain't missing no bills to chase a dream, off of absolutely any evidence that I'm even good.
That could be looked at as Self doubt. But I called it being realistic. So I just sat on it. I let a few friends read it. @Cain was one of the first. He always said it was good. But For those who don't know, Cain is damn near fam. He's in the same group as the other few people who read it. Good friends who want to encourage someone they care about who seems to have a true talent. I continued to sit on it.
Fast forward to late 2016. About a month ago to be exact. There was a "promote your content" thread on a popular message board that I currently frequent, and I got the bright idea to share my writing. I mean I was sure people were going to be sharing music they were't selling. Blogs, or youtube pages they did as a hobby. We're all amateurs, just trying to show people what we have a passion for. So i decided to do the same.
"Frantic" : An original work by Dupacavelli the Gawd
And it was crazy. The streets loved it. Probably one of the most amazing things I've ever was a part of online. The feed back was almost overwhelmingly positive and constructive. I know the environment of the site my story was posted on is to uplift and encourage our community. But I wasn't expecting this. I was just sure no one would read. I was sure they would find it dry. I saw the Brian Griffin "Faster than the Speed of Love" jokes, and I damn sure laughed. However it seems that my story, was no joke. If there was anyone who didn't like it, they kept that opinion to themselves. I would have loved to hear from someone who didn't like it or wanted to critique my style. But as it went, no one went there.
The feedback was so positive that I instantly felt encouraged to start writing again. Within a few days I had already constructed another short story with a tone so much more mature than my first piece. I almost scared myself. I looked at it for a few days, skimming back through just shaking my head truly wondering where this thing gonna go.
Well while I figure out where I belong in the universe, I know exactly where I'm at right now.
I'm standing before an audience that appreciates what I have to share with them.
So I'm going to continue to share. I know yall wanna see me be paid.
But I want yall to be entertained. And since I can write faster than yall can pay me, I'll continue to do what I love and if there is anything bigger for me in the future. it knows where to find me.
So as of right now it's 1 pm. I'm currently re reading and editing the first part of a short story that I hope blows every one away just as much if not more than Frantic did.
2017 I've decided to take a personal hobby of mines and share it with my online family. I've been posting online for some years, and I've become well very known for posting really vivid and descriptive stories from my very animated life.
Often times people would come at me in utter disbelief that some of these stories were true. The fact is they all were very true. However I do have a knack for embellishment, and I love to really place people inside of my head when I tell these tales. I've always used lots of imagery, and have done my best to transfer any emotions that may have been felt.
Long story short. I'm a good story teller. And the problem with telling true stories, is after a while, you run out of shit to talk about. However, I've always been blessed with an over active imagination. I am constantly reading. And I have lived one of the craziest lives that a person who had never been in any major trouble could have possibly lived. Combine all that with the fact that i can talk (or write) all day long..I discovered that I may or may not have a future with being a serious writer.
In November 2015 I lost a very important person to me. And one of my ways of coping with stressful times is I just zone out and get lost in my own thoughts. Which means my imagination. And my imagination is an amazing place. There's always something going on in there. And whenever I decide to bring something out of it, I can just go.
I mean really go. Last year I constructed a story that was over 50,000 words. That's the average length of a novel. And This was the first time I've ever really attempted something of that magnitude. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, but I did it.
And I just didn't know where to go with it. I have no delusions of grandeur. I'm not a wealthy man by any stretch of the imagination. Check to Check, struggling with credit. working 2 jobs. Taking care of a wife and a Kid. That's my reality. I've had people tell me "Oh D all you gotta do is invest in your self, like $500 and you can get this printed and edited and......." Naw bruh I'm stuck on the $500. That shit might as well be $1 million bruh. If my shit ain't good enough for niggaz to pay me, then the shit just ain't that good. I ain't missing no bills to chase a dream, off of absolutely any evidence that I'm even good.
That could be looked at as Self doubt. But I called it being realistic. So I just sat on it. I let a few friends read it. @Cain was one of the first. He always said it was good. But For those who don't know, Cain is damn near fam. He's in the same group as the other few people who read it. Good friends who want to encourage someone they care about who seems to have a true talent. I continued to sit on it.
Fast forward to late 2016. About a month ago to be exact. There was a "promote your content" thread on a popular message board that I currently frequent, and I got the bright idea to share my writing. I mean I was sure people were going to be sharing music they were't selling. Blogs, or youtube pages they did as a hobby. We're all amateurs, just trying to show people what we have a passion for. So i decided to do the same.
"Frantic" : An original work by Dupacavelli the Gawd
And it was crazy. The streets loved it. Probably one of the most amazing things I've ever was a part of online. The feed back was almost overwhelmingly positive and constructive. I know the environment of the site my story was posted on is to uplift and encourage our community. But I wasn't expecting this. I was just sure no one would read. I was sure they would find it dry. I saw the Brian Griffin "Faster than the Speed of Love" jokes, and I damn sure laughed. However it seems that my story, was no joke. If there was anyone who didn't like it, they kept that opinion to themselves. I would have loved to hear from someone who didn't like it or wanted to critique my style. But as it went, no one went there.
The feedback was so positive that I instantly felt encouraged to start writing again. Within a few days I had already constructed another short story with a tone so much more mature than my first piece. I almost scared myself. I looked at it for a few days, skimming back through just shaking my head truly wondering where this thing gonna go.
Well while I figure out where I belong in the universe, I know exactly where I'm at right now.
I'm standing before an audience that appreciates what I have to share with them.
So I'm going to continue to share. I know yall wanna see me be paid.
But I want yall to be entertained. And since I can write faster than yall can pay me, I'll continue to do what I love and if there is anything bigger for me in the future. it knows where to find me.
So as of right now it's 1 pm. I'm currently re reading and editing the first part of a short story that I hope blows every one away just as much if not more than Frantic did.
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