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Well it’s time to write some articles for Associated Content. I’ve read a few articles on there and obviously everybody is in a hurry…I think I can to at least that well even if I’m jumping out of a plane. Seriously, I can write better than this with my cerebral cortex tied behind my ass.

So says the man who’s read just enough articles to get cocky.

I’ve written essays, love letters, hate letters, twelve-page term papers over insane English lit topics no one should ever have to write about. I’ve written short stories, novellas, and about 200 “just for fun” blog entries (under psuedonymous characters–and what characters they were!). Just this past summer I wrote out my entire life story, from age 0 to age 31. These 400-600 word articles will be a snap. I’ll get ten a day, no problem.

Before I get to the problem with all of this, let’s focus on the biggest problem with this blog entry: so far it’s been all about me. Cardinal sin. Time to make it about you. (And if you’re new to writing for an audience, or at least unpublished at it, lemme tell ya somethin: people would much rather read about themselves and/or information applicable to them than they would read about your life. Or mine. Unless one of us is dating Gillian Anderson. Which we ain’t.)

So here is my advice to you: before you try to write a certain kind of article, read about a hundred of them. Wait: read at least a hundred of them. It doesn’t really matter how well you’ve done with other types of writing: always familiarize yourself with what you’re going to be writing. Or you’ll end up locking up for a good ten hours like I did.

Somehow in school I got away with writing good essays without ever reading very many. I’m not sure if what happened here was because I really needed to absorb some sort of Associated Content Sekret Strukture of if I’m just putting too much pressure on myself. Maybe it’s a bit of both.

Unfortunately, I can’t advise anybody on how to keep from putting too much pressure on one’s self. I’m writing this from Day 2 and I’m still locked up as all hell.

Stick around, though, and I guarantee you’ll see a turnaround. And you’ll know that if my dumbass can do it, you can damn sure do it as well.

Until tomorrow,
Brad