My currency, and my futurcy.

My current story is still troubling me but I shall not so easily toss away my masterpiece! Not even through desire, not even if I must sacrifice flesh and bone of strangers or my own! And when it is finished it will be an unhailed brilliant art work.

One that I must use to grind my pen against, one that must sharpen my wit and my skill. It will pale in comparison to my future works and although it will never be as revered as I adore it, it will be for the best. It will show me that giving it my all is not enough, that hopeless wishing and attention whoring will get me no where, that i must be able to give people two-hundred percent. I should accept every snicker and overlook as a challenge to get their attention and show them what I'm capable of.