So you think you want a revolution?

So you think you want a revolution, well... you know...

Over the past couple of years, okay more like six, I've really been wrestling with what I thought was writer's block. Turns out, it was just a conspiracy propagated by The Man. It all started when I thought I had to make a certain amount of money buy a house (or a shack, or an apartment) in Portland, Oregon. Before that, I wasn't considering "project management certificates". I was just writing. I wasn't selling, but I was being real.

But I've realized that pursuing x-y-z prospect or job promotion at work has just sucked the life out of my creativity. So... fuck The Man. Viva la revolution, bitches!