For reference this is the song that inspired the title.
The salient bit if you don’t like hip hop is the first line of the verse:
Who the fuck you think you fuckin’ with, I’m the fuckin’ boss
I am trying to embody this. Hustlin.
So some shit has gone down y’all.
I wrote most of a rant on my phone after a woman tried to give me some bullshit fashion advice. I posted it on Medium because I say a few bad words and I wasn’t sure where to pitch it.
I posted it on facebook and a few other places as is my habit, forgot about it and went on to work on some other shit.
Then THIS MOTHER FUCKING HAPPENED OVER THE WEEKEND:
HOLY FUCKING SHIT TOP 20. A lot of people have read it. A lot of people have expressed thanks and gratitude and appreciation and shit.
And I had a panic attack.
I should confess that on the rare occasion I write something that garners a whole lot of positive feedback from people I don’t know, I freak out. I did not have a complete meltdown. I am feeling overwhelmed and super anxious. Growing pains but I did declare to my best friend that I didn’t throw up nor did I get the shits so semi win?
I have been listening to the Feelin Myself track from the Nicki Minaj Pink Print album a lot. Gotta cheer myself on you know.
So the next thing to happen was that I pitched for the first time. Like an adult. And it got accepted. Over at Witty Bitches (a new and rad site) I wrote a piece about race and feminism. Not for free and It feels pretty damn good. Lookit here:
This is a battle cry.
For my fellow nerds, this is me calling the horde.
These people, who wouldn’t know intersectional feminism if it farted in their faces, are ruining it for all of us.
As I saw on a t-shirt, they look like just enough XP for us to level up.
Read it here.
That piece also began on my phone as a rant started on Oscar night.
So things are going very nicely right now.
I’m also getting back into the swing of submitting fiction and navigating it without Duotrope. It is interesting. So far I have two pieces out and will probably send around a couple more.
I put up a new Queen poem at Ink Node.
I’m trying not to freak out further. Anxiety is a mother fucker. I’m not here for it frankly.
All that said I have more new stuff in my pocket.
That’s all for now. I’m going to go try and adult writer without freaking out or otherwise having a meltdown.