First, a definition before I kickstart this little rant.
use superior strength or influence to intimidate (someone), typically to force him or her to do what one wants.
I’ve blogged about bullying before. It’s a subject I’ve dealt with in my younger years and witnessed my own child go through. However, I’m seeing a shift in what defines bullying. Notice the definition? Bullies use fists and words to bring people down physically and mentally respectively. Telling someone their worthless and won’t amount to anything, for example. It’s the mental element I’m going to shoot for here since my rant has something to do with the internet.
In the recent months, I’ve become to loathe how some use GoFundMe. I’ve written about it before, actually. The person in question has since gone to Patreon and still asks for money instead of, you know, earning it. Write and keep writing if you want to be an author and don’t go looking for handouts!
Writing costs money. I know this beautiful fact first hand. I also have a full time job, have a household to take care of with three cats that lay fur bombs daily. Oh there’s the bills I’m responsible for on my own … yardwork … adulting. On top of all that, I write. Gone are the days where writing can sustain your livelihood (IMO) thanks to pirate sites and over saturation of the market. Anyone, I mean anyone, can self publish. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve seen fake books get tossed up on Amazon in the middle of the night by spammers that somehow get through Amazon’s “superior” filters.
But let’s get to the meat of why I’m not posting about my recent trip overseas–something I saved to do and booked over a year ago.
Self-entitled persons who want to write but really haven’t done any writing but, seriously, they want to be a best seller! I came across a link on Facebook from one of my writer friends concerning this individual. My mouth just dropped. I mean why? I started out on a typewriter I bought myself with my first job. Before that, I used my mother’s. And I wrote! Paper, placemats, or any other piece of parchment I could get my hands on. I wasn’t going to let the fact I had no idea how to get published at the time deter me into writing. It’s all about words getting out from within. In this new society of handouts and safe spaces, however, the concept of working for what you earn seems to be lost. After all, in the world of GoFundMe mania, we can just ask for money. Hell, someone swindled $500 out of my son with a sob story. Money that was for his future. Money that, in two weeks, would have helped him fix his car when it broke down instead him having to wait for the next paycheck and the one after to repair it. If I had the fund to help him–beyond the tow–I would have. However, he would have to pay it back. That’s part of being an adult.
If that GoFundMe wasn’t enough to boil my blood, my need for research found several Facebook accounts for this person and a strong social media presence. Then I reflected on why she’s asking for money for a laptop. She has to share a desktop–something I did with my ex when we first got a computer. She doesn’t want a job she doesn’t like doing. With a laptop that’s around 1k she can do everything and not get distracted by the internet. Riiight. Any writer will tell you that the internet will distract you regardless.
Then I came across another GoFundMe by this person. Mind. Blown. WTF. Now she wants more funds than I make in a year? Just stop the train, I want off. Time to roll up my sleeves and call out some heavy bullshit.
No one should fund your dreams. That’s for you to get off your ass and do for yourself. If someone really wants to be an author then they have to work at it. That means a rough draft, first draft, etc. There are no shortcuts and I’m all for supporting authors but handouts to said writers. That’s a big F. U. ten four, good buddy. There are days and months where the writer’s block is so bad, I just want to say it’s time to focus on school and forget this writer gig. Yet this is my dream and I have to reach the star, tickle it’s dangling bits, and squeeze them tight.
You know how you get money from people as a writer? It’s not the promise of some dollar store swag or a mention in a book. It’s not hangout campaigns on GoFundMe. It’s putting forth the effort and fucking doing more than talking about it. All bark and no bite gets you jack and shit in this world. You want to make something of yourself? Get a job and start being more than a bump on a couch. There are no free rides and it’s about time people start realizing that again.
As far as the bullying someone called out on the one GoFundMe page? Get a dictionary, honey. There’s a huge difference between cut someone down and calling them out on their bullshit. I’m going to shout it out every time. My parents taught to earn what I have.
*mic drop* I’m out