Meet the Author
I bought this domain with no clear purpose in mind. I just had a strong feeling that it was the right thing to do and would have something to do with writing. In the back of my mind was the idea that it’d be a business, but even that thought was nebulous at best. Anyway, the title “10 Cent Words” came to mind and I ran with it. I bought both 10 Cent and Ten Cent, just to protect my brand.
When you have a thought like “protect my brand” you’ve spent way too long writing for the internet.
The past few months, I’ve realized it’s more likely to become a blog. When you abandon your dreams of becoming a novelist to settle on the unromantic but highly practical career of copywriter (or content creator, take your pick), you start to feel you’ve lost your voice.
With a little research, I can – and do – write about anything. As a conservative estimate, I’d say I write around 24,000 words a month. At 300 words per page, that’s 80 pages. In other words, I write the equivalent of 3 to 4 novels a year (and people can’t understand why there’s nothing left in the tank for personal writing).
The thing is, that isn’t MY writing. Every time I’ve tried to inject a little humor, a little bit of Ang into the prose, it gets shot down. And rightly so, I guess, since I’m a ghost writer (sounds so spooky!). Part of the time, though, it was just because “that’s not best practices.”
I disagree. I think that people are (1) smarter than we give them credit for – I refuse to write at an 8th grade level – and (2) bored with the monotony and sameness that is the internet.
Don’t get me wrong. I know that most people stopped reading by the second or third sentence. Or, they saw the sheer length of the page and thought, “TL; DR” and closed the site. By the way, if what you’re reading here bores or annoys you, turn back now. I’m a wordy bitch and I’ve got a lot to say and this is my natural voice. You’ve stepped into the mind of Ang and she’s decided to go uncensored. I pay for the damn site; I’ll do what I want.
Into the Mind of Ang
Anyway, I couldn’t decide on a type of blog and paid heed to the old axiom: When in doubt, do nothing. Lying in bed at 4:48 this morning, though, unable to sleep because my mind was whirling with all my unspoken BS, I decided it was time to pull the trigger. After all, it’s just a blog. Nobody reads blogs. Especially when the writer isn’t famous and doesn’t have many friends. And most of my “friends” are actually coworkers whom I’ve never seen in a social capacity. I can say whatever the fuck I want, in a public forum, and maybe 3 people will read it. On a good day.
So, that’s what you’ve stumbled onto. I’ll be writing about a lot of stuff (probably). I don’t know exactly what, but I do know there will be some book stuff in here because I want to and, as stated, it’s my fucking site and I’ll do what I want to with it.
Thanks for reading this far. I hope you enjoy the site.
PS: I do say fuck a lot. Also whatever other words I feel get my point across. Let me put it this way: If you found “Deadpool” offensive, you’re on the wrong site. I’m nowhere near as violent, but my thoughts are every bit as crude. Toodles!