That Book You Want to Write, Your Middle Finger, and How to Make Them Both Happy

Do you know what it feels like to never settle? Never be able to just put some shit out there for the sake of putting shit out, hitting a deadline, or checking a box?

Yeah. Me too.

My name is Becky and I am a chronic overachiever.

When I do anything, I do it with my whole self. Twice as much as expected. Tenacity at its finest. It’s a disease.

It consumes me. It consumes my clients. It’s why I’m fucking GREAT at what I do – because I become consumed with everything that’s important to them. And I have a long, tenured history of overachieving.

Example #1: In college, I took a full course-load and worked two (2) full-time jobs.

Example #2: When I was a professional journalist, working way more than 40 hours a week, I did it with two kids younger than three, a kennel full of German shepherds – which I still breed, show and train – and severe panic disorder. This is the part where I also tell you I’m a glutton for punishment. (No shit.)

Example #3: In the dog world, I didn’t just buy a couple animals and breed randomly hoping to make some cash. I worked to understand, recognize and strive for excellence. My dogs have beauty and brains, lover. Eventually, I bought and later co-owned the #1 German shepherd in America. My dogs are part of my family and shitty breeders be damned, I always hold myself and my pups to a higher standard. Why?

Because second best won’t do.

And that is to your benefit.

Because you have a book in you – and I’m here to get that book out.

Onto the page.

Not a shitty first draft. A good book.

That’s why I’ve cleared my schedule between now and December for The Writing Mastermind. I’ve cleared my schedule for YOU and YOUR BOOK.

Whatever your reason for not writing that book up until now – frankly, I don’t care. Life happens. Shit happens. But it’s time to ask yourself:

Will I let shit happen to me or am I going to make shit happen?

I’m hoping it’s the latter. The former can go fuck itself.

So, if you’re ready to take that book from the inside to the outside, from Page One to The End, it’s time to apply for The Writing Mastermind. (Click-click.)

Ten weeks.

Me. You. Your idea. On the page. No bullshit.

That’s not for everyone, but you’ll know it if it’s for you.

So – whatever you were doing before this blog showed up in your email or on your desktop, back to it. Or, you can apply for The Writing Mastermind. I have only four slots remaining out of the 10 (some of my previous clients already hopped on the first six). Whether one is yours – hey, that’s up to you.

Ten weeks. Private and group coaching. Exclusive course materials designed to help you write the book you’re meant to write.

And most importantly – that book. You’ll emerge with the book you’ve always meant to write and give your To-Do List the middle finger of all middle fingers.

I don’t know about you, but I like the way that sounds.

The POSTER – Crap someone should have told you writers by now

So I wrote this post about Crap someone should have told you writers by now. And my website sort of blew up. Then I thought: Well, fuck me, why not a poster?



Click on the image at left and it will enlarge in a new window.

The posters are 18 inches by 24 inches, printed on classy 100-pound matte paper.

Frame it. Glue it. Tack it. Paste the sucker to your monitor.

Mailing tubes protect their awesomeness. Want a personal note from moi? Mention it in checkout and IT SHALL BE DONE.

Price: $20.00 USD

Oh, and the price includes shipping in the U.S.

Get one for:
• The writer in your life. Duh.
• Yourself.
• Your subscribers. Excellent SWAG, peeps.

Shipping skinny:
• Price includes shipping in the U.S.
• $11 extra for my Canadian pals. Eh?
• UK and Australia, $13 to get it there.